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Today I walked down a street in boston, far from my home. Too focused on my migraine and lingering pain in my mouth I started to cry. Random tears, crying in color from make up that was put on a couple of days before.
My heart is split a thousand ways.
Zac and I walked around cambridge . . . smile smile smile . . . friends are good for that. I cleaned my apartment, bought vegetables, made muffins, laughed with Ali, went to class, fell asleep watching Art:21.
In Dallas I bought a chipped Dolls head that lingers with the possibility of life. It was one of a few tokens I took with me from the hours I spent in antique stores around that town, mostly trying on hats, and sifting through dusty books that made me sneeze. I enjoy things imbued with ambiguous memory. I read taking care by Joy Williams (recommendation for this one boy who lives on the other side of the world). It made me cry . . .
My heart is split a thousand ways.
Zac and I walked around cambridge . . . smile smile smile . . . friends are good for that. I cleaned my apartment, bought vegetables, made muffins, laughed with Ali, went to class, fell asleep watching Art:21.
In Dallas I bought a chipped Dolls head that lingers with the possibility of life. It was one of a few tokens I took with me from the hours I spent in antique stores around that town, mostly trying on hats, and sifting through dusty books that made me sneeze. I enjoy things imbued with ambiguous memory. I read taking care by Joy Williams (recommendation for this one boy who lives on the other side of the world). It made me cry . . .