god dammit, time moves slower.
heavy lids, extended ears. tired fingers and twitching feet. capitalization is so pretentious.
radiohead has never sounded so good.
the moon was beautiful tonight. there was some sort of star. but it twinkled too much, so Iiii believe it was actually a planet. Venus would be pretty. that one's blue right?
Sarahtonin withdrawals. Micheal Ceratonin. Serotonin. What a stupid word.
thanks spellchecker!
i'd use your skin as a blanket. Dipping toes in all oceans. Fuck the wind, it just ruined the moment. I'm going to mail you something pretty. A little winter to freeze your heart so it never dies and never stops loving only the things that make it ache. attack. ache. die. whatever. it's sideways gravity anyhow. you're only being pulled towards the end of everything.
drury lane is a place. theatre royal, drury lane. theatre royal 2.
i gave myself happy face bruises. a little more permanent than paperpastels and water. god i love the sound of the dial one.
how to disappear completely without even trying?
ok computer, where are you're real friends?
i'm rotten fruit, i'm damaged goods. not a pretty face in the least. and now, she's completely unrecognizable. 67:24 minutes indeed. on repeat they last forever.
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that was really good.
i really liked it.
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