my days, now.

[sqrootofheart]

It's only 5:30 & it's already dark out. Not that it matters, in this cold, sunless city. The buildings stretch up into infinity. blocking out any light that may be lurking up there. It's so damn bleak outside, so i hole myself up in this room with its false warmth & artificial light. But they turned the heat off to-day, & my walls are a monument to

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[tylercl4ncy]

articulate. reminds me of my own disgrunlted self.

[sqrootofheart]

i believe i saw you tonight with the lovely miss turpin. the man himself wished you a happy birthday, if i'm not mistaken.

[sqrootofheart]

winter reflection. i am a fan of that.
i believe you.

[sqrootofheart]

seeing you very soon, you fucking biplick.

[jaearepee]

A. Your writing is amazing, and shows great emotion. Mostly because it's true and bare/raw. That is what makes the best kind of writing. (youre the best kind of writing)

B. You are out of your element. But we will always be waiting for you.

C. I miss and love you very much and I can't wait to see you again.

lava you.

[sqrootofheart]

shit. you're always there. i love you.

[wewontneedf]

i like 'it reeks like old coffee & lost hope' the best.

i wish i could make winter better for you...
it's amazing that we have those summer memories to look back on tho.

[sqrootofheart]

you make my winters bearable just by being there, my lovely.