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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@stonervent
I went to riverbed to wait for you to show up, you didnt show up, I kept waiting .
I can't explain what i mean and even if i could I'm not sure i would feel like it .
“I decorated you / in my mind’s aether you’re a house that is so homely that I feel immensely safe to be in — then came the hurricane — Every three dimensional part of you that can hurt me — I let it because how can someone who makes me feel shielded can also be this destructive? — very well — so I took the last memory of you — my favourite section of this house is the window — you’re the soul of that window— it’s a remnant of it but — how it used to be so comforting to know it’s there & now I am bare , I am , I am , I am as barren as this vacant land — & I don’t think I want to build another place again — let alone to ever find a spot that I can feel cosy again — this is it , it’s another archaic archive — maybe one day in another life I may find the courage to begin again — but not here , not ever , not again , not in this calamitous life -”
— D C de Oliveira | A letter to another life | January 21, 2023 | Saturday, 7.07am
James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room
[ Text ID: And life went on. It was not the same. / But it went on. ]
A COMBINATION OF LETTERS FOR WHICH SOMEONE IS CALLED, after Richard Siken, by Lev St. Valentine (WIP)
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
I heard someone saying there ain't no cowboys left, but they ain't met me, and they ain't met you
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18 years
I'm here
I adore massive, deep caves. Stalagmites and stalactites, pointing your light at a rock a certain way to see a girl on a swing, the glances at local bats. I miss my local caves.
I am made of love, care, time, and affection
10:10 PM
Hi. Hi
I always stopped being mad about something quickly afterwards but for some reason felt the need to stay with it, like I was complacent or something I don't know if I didn't. I'm sorry for that. I wasn't angry at you that morning at all, I looked at you laying next to me and your soft face and I thought about my love for you and I wanted to kiss your cheek. I though you would get mad