Grannie Annie, you too? We'll, I'll be seeing you both, I suppose.

This is stupidly, stupidly unreal.

Cynthia, you're gone now. And in this ache it's clear. Who lives without living like an outlaw? Who would dare reign as well and as beautiful and as wonderfully as you? "Oh," you said to me, "Oh, Claire. Love is extraordinary. Don't let any man or women make you hurt. But love, love, always." You were so drug-gone by the end that it seems ( Read more... )

no matter where i am, no matter what i say- especially having nothing to do with what i do or how often we speak-- i love you and i love you.

My heart hurts heavy.
She said, "The day might be tomorrow."

Cynthia. Please.

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We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
T. Williams

well, shit.

ouch.

Well, America, I guess this is it for a while.
I know I'll need to come home for Cynthia's funeral, but other than those few days, it will be July next time I see you. Maybe even August.
Who knows where this will lead me?
C

I need a chance to get sad, now, before I go, so I can hold you.
You, you, you, you, you.