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“notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
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“The meaning of my existence is that life has addressed a question to me. Or, conversely, I myself am a question which is addressed to the world, and I must communicate my answer, for otherwise I am dependent upon the world's answer.”
― Iain Reid, I'm Thinking of Ending Things
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I want to write
bad poetry
for you
bland
contrived
and
simplistic
I want to write
bad poetry
for you so long as
its honest
its real
and
it makes you smile
I want to write you
bad poetry
because I'm
too busy
speaking
all my
good poetry
to you every
day
Motion Sickness // Neck Deep
I listen to my music loud enough to block out my thoughts
Sometimes it doesn’t work
having cash is like having secret money. like whos gonna find out i’m buying tacos with this crisp $20 bill??? not my bank account, that’s for sure
Late night neighborhood snapshots.
Magical Fontana di Trevi in Rome.
Becoming Jane (2007)
On Rooftops
"...I've found peace in your sanctuary, leveled with treetops. The troubles of life are mere mice scurrying far below my feet and the moon is fingertip length from my reach. If clocks could rewind and time would allow, I'd build you a nest atop my roof where clouds were your pillows and stars filled your eyes. I'm certain you've found greater comfort than this world could offer at a greater height than a rooftop, but here I reminisce on every memory...
...I had no right to expect you to stay, to hold off on flying and escaping your pain. From here I know where you found the appeal. There's comfort in distance from shackles and masks.."