Memories of Bright Eyes

[twiliteraine]

"...bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space, I look for a corner or a quieter room, there’s no heat in this house, I can’t breathe with these words in my mouth, but I’m not going to say them, yeah, I've made that mistake before

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[snikanor]

There is no such thing as utter nonsense. So implieth Freud.

[flawdrealighty]

I like your 'utter nonsense', thank you very much. And since i rarely ever get to see you anymore i like reading your journal so keep posting this 'utter nonsense'.

- kiss kiss