i have a fever. i miss sorority life.

WHO GETS POISON IVY IN THEIR EYES?????

i know it up until the credits and the closing of the exit doors.

san francisco. i'm living off fig newtons and ice. i've had no human contact in almot 48 hours. i walked through about twelve identical neighborhoods wirh pretty little houses that are way too close together, all bearing the same huge twisty trees and flowers. wrote letters in the rain in a garden with creepy bronze statues. almost finished my ( Read more... )

i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
it'll make a whisper out of you.

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and michael is crying because he didnt know his sister until she died. lisa drank her vodka because the piano was too loud, her husband is irritated. he smiles. they have a baby. i'm wearing a dress. florence ciampa says i am attractive, we listen to her stories of her late husband. 68 years. he's dead, she's almost ninety and we'd never know it ( Read more... )

what ! fun !

"why do we fall in love with certain things."
this weekend, a beach. the sand. im sorry. what else? oh, that. yeah, well ido. i cant be everywhere[everyone] at once. yes i can. i wish i could explain it. no, i dont. want to know why? cos i cant/ i hurt everything. i love everything a little too much.

"if you saw yourself through my perspective, you would love yourself."
help me stay away from the shadow in me. it's happening again. i have these feelings of safe and permanance, but i will never grasp them for the fear of their death.
[but oh just let me tell you.]
i could. if it's what you want.