old friends used like a gauge for my insecurities. salvaged pieces of myself. back burner memories. drinking and drinking and drinking and. then there's a scramble for the last cigarette when i all i wanna do is leave.
wishing there were blue hearts to explode pink onto me. one thousand tongues and one burning hot cup of tea.
and when did she start leaving her...
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wishing there were blue hearts to explode pink onto me. one thousand tongues and one burning hot cup of tea.
and when did she start leaving her...
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sitting at emily's eating pieces of bazooka joe bubble gum. the sugary pink grinding way it chews. listening to jeff buckley and neil young and talking about elliot smith stabbing himself multiple times in the heart.
trying to remember the words to puff the magic dragon between the four of us. all flimsy and filled with giggles in the heat and weed dreaming. forget about...
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trying to remember the words to puff the magic dragon between the four of us. all flimsy and filled with giggles in the heat and weed dreaming. forget about...
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benjaminfree:
That's a great journal entry! Neet to read, and fun to think about! You're a good writer. I hope you write more eventually, 'cause reading is GOOD TIMES!
Ben Rawks
Ben Rawks
now if only I could find Hollie with my house keys.....