all my friends hate tim buckley

there's a bite in the air that clashes with my bare shoulders
wednesday 10:30; a mix of 'milk' shampoo and nicotine
cold air nose run, sinuses like abused sand paper
a cigarette looking at our 'if the world ends...' spot
red balloons and laughing and gtr ended too soon
but you know i didn't ever like triangles

so don't go changing

somtimes i want to tell you it's not fair, but then you don't care about things like that anyway...

can life just be a 10 minute Wooden Shjips song?

"it just seems like you agreed to have a certain personality or something, for no reason. just to make things easier for everyone but when you think about it, i mean how do you know if it's even you?"

free

shirking shoes i wish they were optional

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING

my heart feels like this

yr warm; i'm cold

"because yr face says sex when you smile dear, it's written in huge suburban letters and the letters say tenderness to me it all says sex and dance with me, all because now, dear don't you love the city? don't you love the idea of city romance? yr my modern suburban pretty"

lost and then found drunk but so kiss on the cheek grateful problems from the past finally eye contact, cheekbones and all much too much my eyes hurt and yr a shadow disappearing around the corner my eyes are so painfully aware of but yr much too beautiful for me

this heaven gives me migraines

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