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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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daze.
it’s almost three in the morning. i’ve been in and out of highs and lows all evening. crying in a car park. laughing to myself. in and out of daydreams. i know what i want. i don’t know how to … Continue reading
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carrot cake.
it’s that episode. the one where he says the wrong name. she didn’t even need to tell him she loved him. he said her name anyway. and it doesn’t matter how many times i’ve seen it, i still always draw … Continue reading
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frill.
i’m having conversations via text and online. one in german too. one leg’s under the other. and i’m in front of the fire too. two lovehearts left. purple. neither relevant. both taste different. last night i felt wrong. just wrong. … Continue reading
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speed.
i go up and down too much. high. high. low. high. high. low. low. low. i can’t keep doing it that much longer. i’ll skip and dance. and shake and cry. my mind races ahead. everything at once. and i … Continue reading
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