Jun 23, 2009 00:56
books! they drive me mad! and every breath tastes of words as liquid and tricky as vanilla and each bottled word I breath weighs down my tongue in continued silence until the weight builds in my throat and I cough or yawn, reminding myself I really must stop and sleep
...and the light cord swings and I remember fish...
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I love you, Emily :)
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