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sometimes feeling entirely empty is the most comforting feeling ever.

"What, after all, is a clock? Without your grownup it is nothing. It is the grownup who winds it, who sets it back or ahead, who takes it to the watchmaker to be checked, cleaned, and when necessary repaired. Just as with the cuckoo that stops calling too soon, just as with upset saltcellars, spiders seen in the morning, black cats on the left, the ( Read more... )

it's like i'm here, helpless, watching myself drive a car the wrong way down the street. i want to make it stop, but i just don't. it's as if i just can't - like the words and right actions froze somewhere in my chest. EXPLAIN.

i really did. to keep my comments inaudible. to smooth the curl of disdain from my lips and nostrils. i can't really help myself. despite the kind of intentions that de-motivate me to give myself away in small, bloody strips to anyone who asks, and some who don't. (nothing helps). i've tried to put everything in the right place. to find order, ( Read more... )

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biked about 38 miles with ali yesterday
goin all the way to ptown next time. :D

bury my head in the clouds: i wish you were here,
because your thoughts are much more grounded than mine.

i should have answered when you called, but i didn't because i like you.

that and i was talking to my mum, i couldn't answer because i was explaining something to her.