December 2011
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Four more months and I can run away from...
ou sont les neiges d'antan?
I like when I come home and I still smell like...
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you hold the water
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December 5th, 2011: 9.03pm
I don’t know why he doesn’t understand that I am just as scared as he is. The things he’s feeling are the same things I’m feeling.
I don’t know where we’re going.
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i need you so much closer
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Tuesday, December 6th: 2.47am
I think he thinks of me. I want him to.
Does he talk about me? Does he prattle on about me just to mention me? Just to bring me up in conversation?
Does he worry? Is he worried?
Is that why we refuse to talk to each other about it?
Maybe we both grew so comfortable with being lonely that this intimacy feels dangerous.
It is dangerous.
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I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via misswallflower)