Tuesday, August 12, 2008
hello, old friend.
1:32 AM
I know this whole thing's wrong (I swear it will not break) But baby, we're invincible. (I swear we will not bleed.)
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current mood: think dull murky rainwater left out overnight. tags?: journals, italian dishes, why the hell can't I ever learn?!, terrible tuesdays, i shouldn't have said yes yesterday, unresponses, cold hands and movie theatres and twined fingers. you were the first to ever chart across the map of my palm the way you did, midnight voice, and now my distractions have become drug-like and my heart is a cupboard of crevicesand you have carved out your own and branded ______ over the doorwaygosh what do I even see in you?