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Things are on their way to being more beautiful and I'm ready to astral-trip with him in late october, november, december. I'm going to make a mixtape of jeff and suede and bjork's frosti and radiohead's punchdrunk lovesick singalong to play on loop whilst he snuggles his o so kissable mouth against my warm neck, getting up only for tea. Unplug all phone lines and seal the windows. I want him to stop pulling my hands when we walk together, it can get quite annoying. I want him to pull me into his world, and I want the trip to be jerky and vomitty, because thats what real relationships are like. He's wonderboy. I'm grinny when he's around.
I cough up phlegm and blood on sunday mornings like an old hag, munch on banana chips and play dead around the house because these are what pre exam days are like. If you're doing my subjects you'll quite dread a levels, like I am. I don't know whats the point of my being in this junior college because I'm going to take a year off after to take salsa and sculpting classes like I initially planned to anyway. I'm still pinning on to an invisible something, still not quite sure of why i exist and shit like that. I don't know about karma and aura and bad and good now I just want to stay alive at the end of the day and feel okay about myself. Indie rock and bjork are wonderful and maybe I only live for the little things and the post exam days for now. You know, the future's always a bloody catastrophic mess.
I quite heart my friends, if not for them I would play dead in school like I play dead at home. I'm just looking forward for tomorrow when he can nuzzle against my neck again and we can just fucking be in love like I wanted to. Won't get up for anything but tea and to change the recording to nick drake. But knowing him we'd probably fall asleep.
I cough up phlegm and blood on sunday mornings like an old hag, munch on banana chips and play dead around the house because these are what pre exam days are like. If you're doing my subjects you'll quite dread a levels, like I am. I don't know whats the point of my being in this junior college because I'm going to take a year off after to take salsa and sculpting classes like I initially planned to anyway. I'm still pinning on to an invisible something, still not quite sure of why i exist and shit like that. I don't know about karma and aura and bad and good now I just want to stay alive at the end of the day and feel okay about myself. Indie rock and bjork are wonderful and maybe I only live for the little things and the post exam days for now. You know, the future's always a bloody catastrophic mess.
I quite heart my friends, if not for them I would play dead in school like I play dead at home. I'm just looking forward for tomorrow when he can nuzzle against my neck again and we can just fucking be in love like I wanted to. Won't get up for anything but tea and to change the recording to nick drake. But knowing him we'd probably fall asleep.