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you break my heart daily. just in knowing that youre going.

(im not such a good liar that you cant tell. theres nothing that ill think of more intensely, each time i hear ghostwriter, than loving nateklett and wanting to dance with him ceaselessly.)

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wow at walmart.
i wanted everything.
but only bought cocoa butter. because i was with nate. i didnt want him to witness a buyingspell.

anyway. yeah, walmart's cheap. and i liked it. i should go back.

how many times i had to keep myself from crying today, i can't count on one hand.

damn.

the sensation left when he did though.
that's a good

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two summers ago i went to west virginia with my sisters. i never felt more confused/lost than i did in the old fashion hotel rooms and at the gas stations without soda machines and passing the tinywhite churches without names and the stretches of fields of wildflowers that were only yellow. last summer i went to new york with faye. i never felt ( Read more... )

best thing about being home alone: adjusting the temperature as you please and panty-party.

worst thing about being home alone: coming back to a room where you know you left the light on, and finding it off.

laura's making me this shirt.


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when we were all on the stands, the sky, without any warning, collapsed into the most intense sudden downpour. i've never before seen such panic over rain ( Read more... )