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Can you hear them?
The trains
all roads lead back to amber waves
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gardenias on the fucking tile where it makes no fucking difference who fucking held back from fucking who tbh
maybe it’s time you go home
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When I think back to my childhood, it feels like a piece of it was always missing.
I was never allowed to go to the arcade or have sugar or run around the neighborhood with my friends. I had a grand old fence and rules and new-age parenting. Not for lack of love, my parents were very giving people, but I feel like as joyful as I was with my books underneath the mulberry tree I knew that the kids on the other side of the fence had a freedom that would never be attainable for me.
As an adult I often find myself at arcades or buying penny candy and children’s toys on a random Tuesday morning. I went roller blading the other night for the first time. My friend was gushing about how this place was her childhood and how nostalgia hid around every corner. I looked at the ball pits and rink and my rented skates and I tried so desperately to find one memory of such an unfettered time. I only found my solitude and that old white fence.
My angel
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cog in the machine: thats sad
ghost in the machine: thats complicated
cock in the machine: dont do that
One thing about me is I will choose my friends over you every time. Those girls are pieces of my soul and no lover could ever compare.
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I will to hurt myself more than anyone could ever hurt me forever and ever and ever forever forever forever rip my wings from my body and rape the holes where they once were I’ll be gone I’m free now free free free free free free free free
I have a really bad feeling about this (the rest of my life)