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[aliceinanything]

years of slicing flesh to make more space for air. slipping through our own fingers, into sculpture, clear needle arms, or ivory, clavicles like a piece of furniture i spent forever searching for in a lonely antique store.(how we wish that they were heirlooms.) isn't that what it's all about anyway? glaciating ourselves for a moment into a

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[m_a_c]

i love you so incredibly much and its strange because ive barely seen your face.
&i love love that you feel for someone that touches purely your heart, and not your skin or eyes (though what i have seen of you you are breathtaking and of course you would touch my eyes with lovely dreams). but oh. pixel loves, im addicted to, because you bring me all this lovliness, i love you entirely so much and ive never met you! it makes me feel that maybe i can be loved without a body too.
x's & os.

[starlin]

what drives me mad is that i'll never get to see my own face. sure in a mirror or a picture but never dead on. who knows what lies the 2 tell. but i suppose such mysteries are a necessity of life. and oh being alone...*squeezes*. sometimes when you feel it most, it means you're nearing the breakthrough. (special someone(s) on the way)

[tangerines]

the room in your head:

[waiting like a longbodied emaciated Modigliani surrealist woman in a serious room]
kerouac,
but reminded me of you.

was going to write other things to you, but they are somewhat inadequate and half-formed. xxoo

[letra]

you are very beautiful and clever and I wish I had more compassion for the computer so that I could have genius conversations with you on msn. I hate my fingers tap tapping too slow and I give up too easily. one day, come to visit, it will be as if we've never known each other exists. I don't even think you are on my friends list which confuses the fuck out of me. yeah. you need to visit. I feel like I already know you. x

[aerodrome1]

Do you still post here?