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@prayinghands2
would gary want this pic he had asked me to take reposted in his death… immortalized nude on the gram in 2013… woulda been 34 yesterday such a silly man
its nice to think about the type of silly he was idk if ive ever met someone like that since.. he would entertain and follow along with any activity i wanted to do… often stupid activities running straight into the bushes as far as we could, pulling all nighters and then going hiking tired as shit, breaking into the park pool for a swim, going to wreck beach in april and freezing on the beach with my duvet blanket wrapped around us, making snapchats of him driving his car naked, walki ng around empty malls… getting his dinckle stuck in a slinky,
he just said yes all the time for the
while i feel lucky to have known him. its a strange feeling to be the last person to have shared love with someone. i feel this duty to no one really to keep his memory alive because it feels sickening that no one else can, i know we wouldn’t still be together but that doesn’t diminish the love i hold for him. you never really think someone wont always be there. it feels especially unfair when theres so much of his life that felt unfinished. the music he didnt get to finish writing and growing old with his friends…i mourn all of the things he should have experience… a stable life… the one that comes after the depression n smog clears a bit. 25 is just so young.
the thing is im still obsessed with being in love how good it feels to give in without fear of rejection
to think we met so young and how easily you knew
i felt it too
hyperfixation swimfix me
hyperfixation yogurt
i fell out of my dream into a scream
im elated
the problem with being perceived by hundreds of your coworkers is that its all too much
i must make myself as plain and small and nothing as possible to avoid any thought they could possibly conjure about me
i am nothing i am no one
but then i worry that they think im a stupid competent baby
i am
drafts
my body feels like collapsing in on itself and often tears run down my face
i know i have a good life i should be so happy i should be so able to live and function
i slip into being someone new i become the same version of a different me
shed my young skin off so i can stop laughing now
i slip into places im not important so i can feel invisible again
i tell them all i love them
i tell them again again
left behind / dont i have the time to say
fine til im not
ima creep