i can't fucking believe you didn't tell me Digit passed and i found out this way. fuck you, for real. no matter how much times goes by, there's always something making me hate you.

moments after i told my housemate, lucas, that i wanted to start writing about moments and interactions in my life again: this gem fell from the sky.

i am standing on Haight, waiting for the 71. a man kind of stumble-strides up to the girls standing to my left, then asks them for a cigarette. this is not uncommon in the big city, so i barely notice ( Read more... )

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