One of those things when you dont know whether to feel dumb about or happy about.

[__holyshit]

Phantom figurines listen to mumbled tones inside a ruptured displacement of sound. the skull of amusement is the residue from a recidal of musicians who danced behind my thoughts as the sounds played. Speak of hate and angst, my words know not of this disposition, the number one, the letters of her name have brought a new meaning inside the

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[pinkeyefountain]

words are ageless, but irrevokable. are you having doubts about something?

& that's all very sweet, but i already told you i'm not leaving.
i think you're trying to get rid of me...!
san francisco is still fabulous; i'm writing poetry on napkins, & hearts around your name [figuratively, of course]. only a couple more days - i'm eager to read your letter.

nothing we ever say belongs on the internet, but what can you do?
here's to hoping my aeroplane doesn't crash on saturday.

xo.

[__holyshit]

ugh i love you.