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my favorite thing?
sitting on my couch, eating lucky chrams, and watching old boy meets world with two of my favorite people.
yelling at them, and they understood, because i wasn't mad at them. calling you in the middle of the night, and you asked if i wanted to talk, and i said no. sitting in street and listening to stories that made me happy and i smiled, and it was good.
and all i want is happiness. and i hate, and loathe those moments when the sun disappears behind the clouds, and everything is bleak. for the time being.
college rule paper, old typewriter ink and watercolors, make a beautiful combination.
Thank you to those who listened. even though you had heard it all before.
forsyth dirt on clean legs, squeaking swings, laughing so i cried, savannah leaves. handfuls of ice cream, 11 minute songs.