Tag Archives: friendship
chicken.
i like your messy hair, i like those clothes you wear. he scratched my face. she’s painting next to me. he’s smoking in the chair. living scorpions reflect ultraviolet light and can glow with an eerie greenish colour when exposed … Continue reading
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cuckoo.
i feel like i’ve invaded here. the keyboard is too big for my hands. but fuck it feels so good to be using a keyboard. i’ve moved the laptop from the table and actually onto my lap. i’ve made myself comfortable … Continue reading
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jump.
we’re standing on a tiny ledge. before this goes over the edge, gonna use my heart and not my head and try to open up your eyes. because if you fall, one person is not enough to catch you. you’ll … Continue reading
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butter.
we have no food in the house. none. why can’t they act like real parents? she’s never here. and he does nothing. i pay for myself. fend for myself. G and i are watching films. i’m bringing up old friendships. … Continue reading
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shine.
you kiss my neck, i whisper in your ear, "this is my downfall" there is so much love in those photos. they make me feel fantastic. that was our day. it belonged to us. you made it worthwhile. so it’s … Continue reading
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