cold tiles on warm feet, you kissed me gently kissed me gently on the side of my neck as I washed the dishes you loved me calmly, loved me calmly and I loved you quietly. Now I hate you loudly, hate you loudly and love you alone.
Anonymous asked: Hey Sally, thanks for the message yesterday. I was in such an awful mood this week and I think I just needed a friend to say, "it's alright, you always make it through!" We'll see if that's true. The week isn't over yet. :) I miss you a ton and I hope I get to see you soon. How's the beautiful summer in Vermont? It's still one of my favorite places on...
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I have to work in 3 hours, and I still can’t sleep. Thanks a lot, random night shifts that scew up my sleep schedule. ugh.
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wahhhhhh I really don’t want to do the night shift tonight… alone in a hotel full of sleeping people, in lovely beds, while you are wide awake, crunching numbers.
A bad week made better...
Me: (to mom) I don't know, I think I'll just head back to my apartment tonight.
Elijah: (looks up from his playing with cars) No, Saaaayeeee! asdgknpoerg ojuonm PLEASE DON'T GO SAAAAYEEE! I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO. PLEASEE STAY SAYYYEEE.
(runs over and wraps his arms around my neck)
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Raspberry schnapps, citrus vodka, and sprite. Do it, do it now!
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dont. stop. forget about it. sleep.
we still feel the things we swore we’d forget. that’s the difference. It’s as if we can store ten million gallons of wine full of emotions. and we let it phase us… we let it morph us. we let it drown ourselves to sleep each night, thinking that it’s fucking natural. what’s so natural about wine stained tears?
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: InsideInside I’d say, don’t please.Grit my... →
growing-orbits: Inside Inside I’d say, don’t please. Grit my teeth. Bite the pillow. You pulled me to the place where everything went numb, hollow. I’d lose my voice. Grit my teeth. Bite the pillow. Inside I’d say, don’t please. High on the wall, I’d watch your shadow turn against me — shape of a storm. My own…