j. alfred prufrock.

[lexxical]

at the end of the night, after what feels like the longest day of the longest year and my feet ache walking home, down south street, to my mess of an apartment, i think about how good it will feel to sprawl out across my bed and just stare up at the ceiling and not think about anything at all, just lay there completely alone with myself.

that is all

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[veritasshalom]

i began to think a poem tonight, while half asleep, about fucking and love. i have begun to journal on paper more often, and it's as good for me as it was when i was 13 years old. that is to say, completely necessary. but, really. words (and chicago) break my heart.

let's get together, you and me, hm?

[aluminum_siding]

I have been trying for 10 minutes to think of what to say about all this and all I can come up with is "I know exactly what you mean". Which is such a small statement but the feeling is so, so big.

Two things:
1. That home is absolutely drop-dead stunning, and it would be an honor/pleasure if you ever want to bounce ideas off one another for how to decorate/design it. Please let me know!

2. I have been missing the days of real mail and penpals. I don't have any, it seems, anymore. We can write to one another if you'd like.

[noble_roman]

If I can have your new address, I have mix cds that have been waiting to be sent for too long. And I would write you a letter, I promise.