Seven hour talks
And they’ve nearly erased you
I’ve never thought about killing myself. Not once.
The amount of luck I have is beyond me.
They can all be sad. I don’t care.
But these particular ones…if only they weren’t so sad.
"Is that your boyfriend?" his inner sixth-grader asked.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you haven’t stopped smiling since he walked by.”
It was sickening how even my crush could tell.
When people are good, it’s exciting. When people know they’re good, it turns me on
The first, innocent feeling is what I try to express. When I start complicating things, I stray further from the truth of that moment. These photographs are untortured thoughts.
Getting over it, you get nothing from it
not pain, not pleasure—it just lies there
Always on the edge of tripping
And finally, after rolling around in blazing sheets for hours, fevers refuse to leave you alone after the miraculous feat of going under because, as it turns out, they produce back-to-back, extraordinarily traumatic dreams.
I think my Lace Curtains tape is finally wearing out. Bums me out, I really love this album.
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