Our Empty Bottle Endings

[ost_love]

and These photos I print are reminding me of everything I've lost, and I just want to go home now. Home to blue couches and city lights and bottoms of empty bottles where we passed out to find our perfect endings. Each photo I print reminds me of another fading memory and another bluring face. [I dont even remember your taste anymore] and My

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[lackadaisie]

oh my darling, darling girl
we all remember, and will, always i fear. its home (and what else could be, its home, and nothing else can make whats here the same as whats there) its home, and so our hearts can stay there, while we test our brains here, and eventually it will end up just fine. I will always remember, and you made that city for me. i love you so much, and you and i have so much. don't give up. i'm always here, I need that city too, maybe not as much as you, but im always here.
i love you my loveface. so muchly. sooo much.

[ost_love]

*smiles* if i didnt have your lovely lips pouring beauty into my unhappiness, i dont know where i would end up - probably in some unwelcoming gutter face down [unlike all the ones at home which people like you kept me out of]