#chicken--scratch

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i spent the last three days or so with spencer and idk idk idk i am just overflowing with happiness and love and i just have so much fun when i'm with her and i don't know we just fuck around and do whatever and idk idk idk i'm so happy. I love her so fucking much. 

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me and my baby danced to High School Musical over Skype and we are the thug masters.

she is my favorite lady. 

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hi i changed my url from thelieyoulikebest to float-on-lead-balloon 

continue activity as normal. 

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You are my chicken scratch romance written on a note you stuck to my chest with your band-aid-fingers. We are post-it-note vows and tin foil rings and I-want-to-grow-old-with-you-kisses.

We are We are We are

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There is no doubt in my mind that Lulu is smarter than I am. Not even in the normal spectrum of grading, but in her general intelligence and comprehension of the world around her. Usually, being the jealous type, I would hate her for her such intelligence and strive to be her better, ultimately, setting myself up for failure and periods wallowing in feelings of inadequacy. Much to my dismay, such feelings never came. I have only striven to better my own intelligence, not match hers. I have no desire to be her better. She has taught me so much, without making me feel ever so slightly talked down to or patronized. She’s helped me get back into reading, which I had forgotten how much I love. She never makes me feel like I am below her intelligence level, or as though I am any less than her, in any way besides our differing ages. She makes me want to become a better version of myself, without putting the self I am now down.

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so I hear someone had a wonderful valentine's day! hope you're feeling better now :)

I did I did. But it wasn’t just valentine’s day, every day with Lulu makes me feel like if I sing to the night sky maybe it will sing back and even if the Lincoln tunnel were to collapse above our heads I’d still be smiling. oh she makes my days a little brighter and maybe that’s just the florescent lighting of the supermarket but i’ve never seen a smile quite like hers. I love her so much, she makes my bad days a little lot more tolerable.

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what if we all lived in an enormous tea cup and nobody told us that's why the world is round and that's why global warming happens because we are all sitting in a cup of boiling water and none of us know it and before we have the chance to realize what's going on we are all cooked frogs in saucepans.

then i will crawl in that little tea pot next to you and we can ponder things like global warming and why the sky has a lid on it.

and also, you mean tea pot because you can’t boil water in a tea cup.

and if we were in said tea pot the world wouldn’t be round, it would be round around us but it wouldn’t be round as it is now. if we were on the surface of said tea pot then maybe.

and darling, who said that the tea pot was on a stove? if the tea pot is all of our existence then shouldn’t we be just a tea pot and nothing more? no room for stoves. and then there would be no boiling and no global warming and when did we become frogs and where did this saucepan come from?

cooking and boiling are not the same thing.

I think this is what sleep deprivation looks like, my dear.

I love you, Lulu, please get some shut eye. We can ponder the meaning of our tea pot existence in the morrow, you loon.