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[softer]

Things between Andy and I are turning bitter. I trust him very little now, and I realize that I have never really trusted him very much; I am constantly waiting for that big hurt, for that hurt to end them all, the one that will finish me. It does not come of its own volition so I make up little ones along the way. I suppose that these hurts

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[upgrowth]

maybe let yourself take some time off and figure out how to be comfortable again. let yourself be as exhausted as you feel.

take care of yourself marina. i'm here if you need anything.

[justlisten]

i understand.
i wish i did not.

i often think about you, the impact you made on me as a person as i read your writing..

thank you.

[weareinfinite]

sweetmarina.
i am not here to talk to you about the beauty in your words,
i extend some wishes that are really just rainbow light;envelopedinlove, &some warmfuckin'hope
and tell you to feel the pain untill you can't feel it anymore
and then,
when you are ready to be out of grey
youll know where to go
there wont be any place else.
you are strong
you have been loved.areloved,willbeloved.
even if its in small ways that equate you
to something nameless, something without a body
an idea
's how i love you,
kate

[softer]

i love you kate. are you still in florida? would you like to meet something like halfway, see whatever exhibit is at pbica right now? cry into iced lattes or something else typically young and alienated?

[weareinfinite]

marina,
anyday.
ive been waiting to share gigles,
and russian absurdism
and collectionsofmemories that have nothing to do with anythiing but are whats to love in life with you
im in tallahassee,
tell me where you are
&ill meet you half way,
<3 as always.
kate

[softer]

i will be in fort lauderdale/hollywood from the tenth to the fourteenth. tampa is between, or orlando? i don't know.

m,

[pedalunderstars]

TO YOURSELF!

TO YOURSELF!

TO YOURSELF!!

[coast]

I've been trying to remember what all I did before now, before this. When I knew how to accept tenderness in some form or another, before it all turned bitter and vile and I set things blazing because I didn't think I could handle it. Is it a certain amount of disappointment? Am I too cynical? Things swirl in my brain but I constantly fear they'll never be good enough questions to gather any answers, anyhow. I'm sick with not knowing.

I love you, though, through cities and years. I'm still the safe place to fall if you ever decide to.