in september I packed my bags (in a night) and read alice in wonderland on the plane and it was a bright day and the light reflected off of every body of water and every glass wall, and I fell for my new city as we slowly approached it, in circles. I have been here for over two months and feel no homesickness, because even when you feel alone, ( Read more... )

I'm going to miss my endless piles of books, the scent of stage make-up and dust in the theatre, the little movie theatres where you can sit in the garden in the night and listen to trams go by as a boy falls for a girl who thinks she's a robot, the big bookstore where I once wrote a poem for an australian man who was travelling around the world ( Read more... )

and all the years we have wasted
full metal alchemist
roy/hawkeye
2,541 words
pg

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( if they wake alive )

I make attempts at reading Before I Die every now and then. (It was the book that stole my heart in London, the pictures of the girl in mid-jump, floating, the title, the idea, the spaces between the paragraphs in the final chapters.) Once more I am blinded by tears when I'm halfway through the second chapter. It feels silly. And I can't help it.

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