the books don't lie nearly as much as you

[_transient]

A constant flight to this summer or next year or two thousand twelve, as we speak. Mumbled words and chaotic phrases. I'd prefer darkroom chemicals and floorplans to an apartment in Manhattan. The sound of the drain gulping away scented bathwater and my fingers leaving wet prints on the already damp pages of a book makes me stop. Then, a

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[_deciduous]

I'd prefer darkroom chemicals and floorplans to an apartment in Manhattan too.
I'm impatiently waiting for life to become less material and goal-oriented and more...more enriching? More fulfilling? More real? More something... I really don't know what the right word is.

Or maybe that wasn't what you meant at all - that's just how I interpretted it.

[_transient]

I think it could mean that too.

Its intended meaning was something to the effect that even though we are still in high school, we are in control of our lives. I always lose myself in thoughts of the future and forget to make the best of now.

[sad_decline]

it is an illusion.
i think i forget that a lot.
<3

ps. I'm really excited for Friday...wink, wink. I wonder if all 4 of us could fit in the bath...woah bad idea.