June 2011
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today's a shit day
as is any day your bike gets stolen, your house is a mess, and your life is in limbo. it’s fucking tiring. i keep having morning dreams about friends and people that i haven’t seen in a while, and i don’t understand why. i wake up, think about getting in touch with them, decide it’s a whatever-sort-of choice. “i had a dream about you so here i am getting in...
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i think
if i’d end up a pop star i’d be good at it
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habits
the smell of the orange still rests in cut-up triangles on the cutting board. she had slept in all her clothes and the keys were in her pocket in the morning when she got out of her big bed alone. no surprise he had left, she was drunk and beyond caring about it, and that was the way it was supposed to be then. the game she played with him and how long it had continued was alarming: how could one...
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