Poindexter

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+ 95 I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons. Christopher Poindexter


+ 95 And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. Christopher Poindexter


+ 108 Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am. Christopher Poindexter