blood on the leaves and blood at the root; black bodies swinging in the southern breeze.

[glossypaper]

I was a tangled mess of yarn in search of enlightenment at seventeen. Eighteen, nineteen. All I wanted was to waste away in the deep Pacific and scribble my mind on banana leaves I would wipe off with soft damp rags in a pile below my bed. I would drown in the early mornings and come back home before the sun sat directly above me. With bare

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[vernacular]

Your writing is beautiful, honestly.

[glossypaper]

:D

I had that song on repeat literally twenty-four times while I was writing this. Creepiest and best song ever.

[vernacular]

I do the same thing except with Regina Spektor's "December." Haunting.

[glossypaper]

When I used to work at a call center, I called every Regina, Regiiina as in vagina.

[fuckfame]

hey, my hairdresser mentioned that you saw him! how'd you like it?
he liked you, btw. he was like "he's a good conversationalist." hahah.

[glossypaper]

Really? Haha, I was like, awkward paaause through the whole thing. The cut was good. I might need to go back soon actually.

[fuckfame]

hahah, yeah once you get used to him the conversation comes more naturally. he's really fun, i find!
i find he gives good cuts, but doesn't usually style it too well unless he has time. it might be different for you though, since you're guy.

[lelapin]

you seem pretty neat. want to be friends?

[glossypaper]

mmkay. :)

[gc4ljoel]

i like reading the words you write.

[glossypaper]

thank you