i crave seventy five degree weather that's never going to happen, i crave this perfect balance, your tongue in my mouth my hands scrawling records
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nothing else matters. a boy in an armchair. kitties littering the floor. this is what love is for.
be mine. be mine. be mine. i've got nothing. i feel absolutely nothing. except disgusting. like i need to die and be reborn. god, i feel so fucking dirty. i never feel clean. scrub.
i feel so fucking numb. an ant bit my foot yesterday. i'm listening to selena. earlier i thought about it and my stomach sank down to my ant bitten toes. my broken toes. i hate that i can't keep this separate
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