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[thisvelocity]

I ask you now, would you have loved me less, wings pressed to the sky like an effigy, like a plea bargain. Were you lying or were the buildings really that tall, was anything really that endless, our hearts that possible? It is true, I am pressing a knife to my own throat, it is true, I am speaking in tongues, whispering loud enough to cross lines

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[_onlysky_]

By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept - Elizabeth Smart.

[bennybunny]

Are you professional yet? I guess there isn't an exact medium for what you do, which is a shame. You are very good at it. Flows and flows.

I hope you if you ever become a celebrated entity of any sort, installation art, however it manifests itself as you encapsulate this feeling and literary timing which I don't doubt has very personal roots that might prohibit that, but if you do- I hope you won't be too modest to prostitute yourself silly and tell us all about it, promote. My only terror for me for you or anyone else is running out of steam, almost to the point I prey I never manufacture a malice or affection just for the sake of a cycle.

But you are charming. I apologise for stifling your comments page with frequent commentary, but it is strange for someone who says so little of actual details of your life, the solidarity with which you personify specific feelings I feel it is by far the most personal journal I am privileged to read, and on many a day, my favourite. Best of luck to you x

[thisvelocity]

thank you so much. this was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing, and i appreciate it. you aren't stifling my comments page at all.

[kisseverycomma]

you are so amazing. ugh.

[thisvelocity]

you are incredible. (love you)

[anonymous]

you are an amazing human.

[zooeyglass03]

Your writing is mesmerizing. I've added you. Hope you don't mind.

[thisvelocity]

thank you. (i don't mind at all.)