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december twenty-eight,
two thousand fifteen,
at one o' eight p.m.

in advance, thank you. thank you to pluto and back looped over an infinite symphony of characteristics i can't sculpt in words; thank you with this wild thing trapped inside my chest (that's why ribs are cages) that so desperately wants to crawl out and run away forever - thank you for teaching me i don't always have to say sorry, thank you for putting up with my messes, thank you for treating me so well over the years, thank you for being here for me.

january twenty-six,
two thousand sixteen,
at twelve fifty seven p.m.

dear s_______a,

oh god i love you. i'm hella weird but you're hella weird too & damn i can't think about how things would be without you. like, you make things better. you make everything alright in a way. & oh god, you have no idea how many aesthetics like come to mind whenever i see you (i'm a hella hipster i know ok) & ughhh

you're like the thing that makes me think of sunrises in summer & rvs & acting like max & chloe & like the whole vibe of us having a sleep over or some shit & the whole house bleeds blue & we could sneak down the stairs & sneak out onto the back patio & like just talk about shit while like drinking the cokes i have in the basement until morning & sneaking back in before 7:01 & i don't even know where i'm going with this but it's going somewhere--

i don't know. but i feel like i'm done fucking up with things. like, things are different now. in a good way. like life is strange.

so like, will you go out with me?

february seven,
two thousand sixteen,
at ten twenty two p.m.

movie ideas

lesbian gangster with an up and coming drag queen partner in crime struggle when her dealer asks for one last favor while they try to escape the city

a 12 year old boy thinks about his future as he comes up with a comedy routine in the midst of his neighborhood quarrel; he works in his best friend's basement while the best friend & his gf smoke weed & fuck in the corner but the protagonist's boyfriend is cheating on him with the protagonist's best friend

march nineteen,
two thousand sixteen,
at four thirty p.m.

please don't go

for the first time in a
year i haven't wanted
to jump from my bedroom
window

every time my dad cuts
the wifi off at 10:30 i feel
washed out from the inside,
a hollow shell; i can't handle
being alone, i'm so codependent

it's been two months and i've
been crying at midnight again:
i feel like the rocking of my fragile
stature might cradle me to sleep

i know you have to go there but
it's better here, you won't have to
worry about gun fire and gang signs and

remember that i'm here; the thing
that's wrapping around my throat is
the mention that i won't even be
able to say goodbye

i can't be alone again
i can't lose you
i can't let you be alone

i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs for four days and they make
me feel like you're here even when
you're gone

i sit in the same spot i've been
in for two years and i just wanna
have you here next to me so you
can fill in the emptiness

april twenty-two,
two thousand sixteen,
at nine twenty-eight p.m.

good morning from 9:23 p.m. daddy 💞
it hurt like fuck when i couldn't say goodbye last night and ugh it makes me sad afffff
i really hope that your game goes well!! you can do it!!!!! 💕
(i missed you like hell)
oh and here's something from 6 days ago that's gonna be really lengthy and yeah that might've been my fault but shhhwaushh:

Description
december twenty-eight,
two thousand fifteen,
at one o' eight p.m.

in advance, thank you. thank you to pluto and back looped over an infinite symphony of characteristics i can't sculpt in words; thank you with this wild thing trapped inside my chest (that's why ribs are cages) that so desperately wants to crawl out and run away forever - thank you for teaching me i don't always have to say sorry, thank you for putting up with my messes, thank you for treating me so well over the years, thank you for being here for me.

january twenty-six,
two thousand sixteen,
at twelve fifty seven p.m.

dear s_______a,

oh god i love you. i'm hella weird but you're hella weird too & damn i can't think about how things would be without you. like, you make things better. you make everything alright in a way. & oh god, you have no idea how many aesthetics like come to mind whenever i see you (i'm a hella hipster i know ok) & ughhh

you're like the thing that makes me think of sunrises in summer & rvs & acting like max & chloe & like the whole vibe of us having a sleep over or some shit & the whole house bleeds blue & we could sneak down the stairs & sneak out onto the back patio & like just talk about shit while like drinking the cokes i have in the basement until morning & sneaking back in before 7:01 & i don't even know where i'm going with this but it's going somewhere--

i don't know. but i feel like i'm done fucking up with things. like, things are different now. in a good way. like life is strange.

so like, will you go out with me?

february seven,
two thousand sixteen,
at ten twenty two p.m.

movie ideas

lesbian gangster with an up and coming drag queen partner in crime struggle when her dealer asks for one last favor while they try to escape the city

a 12 year old boy thinks about his future as he comes up with a comedy routine in the midst of his neighborhood quarrel; he works in his best friend's basement while the best friend & his gf smoke weed & fuck in the corner but the protagonist's boyfriend is cheating on him with the protagonist's best friend

march nineteen,
two thousand sixteen,
at four thirty p.m.

please don't go

for the first time in a
year i haven't wanted
to jump from my bedroom
window

every time my dad cuts
the wifi off at 10:30 i feel
washed out from the inside,
a hollow shell; i can't handle
being alone, i'm so codependent

it's been two months and i've
been crying at midnight again:
i feel like the rocking of my fragile
stature might cradle me to sleep

i know you have to go there but
it's better here, you won't have to
worry about gun fire and gang signs and

remember that i'm here; the thing
that's wrapping around my throat is
the mention that i won't even be
able to say goodbye

i can't be alone again
i can't lose you
i can't let you be alone

i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs
i've been listening to the same
songs for four days and they make
me feel like you're here even when
you're gone

i sit in the same spot i've been
in for two years and i just wanna
have you here next to me so you
can fill in the emptiness

april twenty-two,
two thousand sixteen,
at nine twenty-eight p.m.

good morning from 9:23 p.m. daddy 💞
it hurt like fuck when i couldn't say goodbye last night and ugh it makes me sad afffff
i really hope that your game goes well!! you can do it!!!!! 💕
(i missed you like hell)
oh and here's something from 6 days ago that's gonna be really lengthy and yeah that might've been my fault but shhhwaushh: