fights problems with bigger problems

[juliatherese]

if i shut my eyes long enough, this headache and the hum of the dishwasher might drown out the sound of her ear-splitting voice. pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, pound, p- butter knives slip from my hands. i don't even hear the metal hit tile. (all the potential's been dulled to domestic.) i'm desperate for control again. four familiar escape

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[sensoria]

(all the potential's been dulled to domestic.)

I wish this came from my mouth.

[juliatherese]

i didn't know if it made sense
i was trying to imply something about the knives in my hands, something sharp to cut myself with right? take away the pain and all that jazz only they're round little ridged things for spreading butter on my breakfast toast. and then also my own potential and how everything started out so bright and high and unlimited and etcetera and after a wrecked year i'm back in my old bedroom taking local classes with no money, realistic direction, or independance

anyway i'm rambling, thankyou for saying that : )

[heresyourfunerl]

oh my julia,

close your eyes and be taken away by everything that makes you happy.

i have been wanting to talk to you for sometime now.

i miss you.

[juliatherese]

i'm trying to sometimes i just forget and everything spins and crashes you know how it feels and i miss you too