Isolation is interesting. every time i meet someone who does not understand isolation i am baffled. my most recent ex was very social and its kind of amazing how much it changes the way you are. i am very aware of everything. things he wasnt. isolation is, nice. in the way its horrible. its so lonely but. at the same time im so free. i can do whatever i want. i can say whatever i want. i do want f... » Continue Reading
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I hate the way vodka tastes now. /* BLOG VERSION */ body { background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d6/69/1f/d6691f0f6a703af94983e93675f57609.jpg'); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: cover; background-attachment: fixed; font-family: 'Jester', cursive; } nav .top { b » Continue Reading
His touch is familiar, but the shape is wrong, like trying to fill a space that’s already been hollowed out. /* BLOG VERSION */ body { background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d6/69/1f/d6691f0f6a703af94983e93675f57609.jpg'); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: cover; background-attachment: fixed; font-family: 'Jester', cursive; } nav .top { b » Continue Reading
You watched me ruin my life with things you told me not to pick up. i dont know why you stayed. i guess you were never there to begin with. dating but you had someone else when i needed you. /* BLOG VERSION */ body { background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d6/69/1f/d6691f0f6a703af94983e93675f57609.jpg'); background-position: center cente » Continue Reading
You called, your voice a ghost pressed to the receiver, and I swore I’d never answer. But your name cracked open my resolve like a spine bent too far on a paperback heart. Giving you another chance felt like drinking to forget sobriety, like drowning in the same shallow pool you swore you’d drain last summer. Every “I’m sorry” tasted like a bittersweet relapse, warm but wrong on my tongue. the day... » Continue Reading
I hate liars. I hate people who think i wont remember when i do. i hate people. /* BLOG VERSION */ body { background-image: url('https://i.pinimg.com/236x/d6/69/1f/d6691f0f6a703af94983e93675f57609.jpg'); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: cover; background-attachment: fixed; font-family: ' » Continue Reading