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sick girl november
often the choice comes down to eat a meal and shower or kill yourself
“If someone asked me “What are the signs of love?” I would have said without hesitation, It’s the familiarity and the removal of cost, And to find yourself not having to lie, and the embarrassment removed between you two, and see yourself acting in your nature without trying to be something else so she likes you, And that you two keep silent and the silence gets delicious, And that one of you two talk and listening gets delicious.”
— Mustafa Mahmoud
i cannot wait to financially afford who i really am
oh thanks for the compliment unfortunately i don’t believe you
I am simply scared of writers . Oh how they capture a moment for forever. what do you mean I'm never getting over a piece of writing because you decided to write it down and now it just stays forever. And it will never be lost.
where did that girl go ? the one who read two books in three days ??? where are you. it's not a joke anymore. come back. be here.
there should be a cure made for a girl who loves reading but can't seem to start a book.
nothing i lOve more than a little debriefing session with my girl, yes tell me everything that went on with your life today. and let me listen , I want to know you. I want to know.
i like being by myself but I hate what I become when I'm left with her, she's so quiet as if she was punished to be so, she talks a lot, she complains endlessly, not to forget the subtle cries,, she's ahead of time yet she lingers in the past, she talks for hrs , then she hibernates.
"i am weak* she says , unable to think clearly.
yet strong enough to endure the void that fills in.
she waits she's always waiting,
what are you waiting for ? walk. move. keep going. we aren't there yet.
"there? what are you talking about? "
pause. I have no idea. but we can't stop, we have to go.
" go away" I wish to scream at her ,, please.
but who am I. If not her.
i have been waiting , I still am. And i will be.
do you understand ?
I think I could be very sad. and no one would notice.
sometimes i really wish I could read your mind.
it would make this life thing simpler.