mike got us a big thing of pumpkin spice creamer and georgia is biting at my foot. i think about my friends all spread out, everyone is moving around out there. i think about nelson standing in the kitchen, a hundred feet tall, saying in sign language over and over, BRAVE.

my friends were home


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my friends are home


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competing with invisible people, making an endless To Mack list, blowing out the speakers in my car, screaming "if you want it you can get it for the rest of your life," sentimental over weird stuff and anticipating my ass off

sometimes i think i just can't bear it. until i remember what i'm bearing is good, and not cripplingly indifferently bad, and then i just expand.

"do you really love me, or are you just saying that"

LET ME TAKE YOUR PORTRAIT IN MY BED

we're sleepers, sleepers, sleepers and it feels good to be a sleeper. but when you look at your friends and you say "you know what i mean" and man, they do, or when somebody says "i'd be totally fucked without you" or "this is ours" or "yes" or when they want to sit by you or want to squeeze your hand when you're all praying over the food, you just ( Read more... )

i thought about an old boyfriend a lot today. i don't know why. i thought about the time he got home from a trip and i came over to see him. his house was full of people but he just came over and took my hand and pulled me into his room and turned up gloria by van morrison as loud as it would go. i can't hear that song without remembering how fun ( Read more... )

MY BOYS 1

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