- Did you love this world? And did this world not love you?
It's that time of semester and year, when the ache of being so close to done distracts me from the fact that it's not actually done yet. there is so much that i could say, but i'm afraid of saying it like the twilight books, so i better not say anything at all.
i will just once again call attention to the squallor of my life: 5 coffee cups and a salad bowl on my nightstand.
- he's simple, he's dumb, he's the pilot; grandaddy
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