July 2012
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last night i dreamt i was a ghost. you could not see or hear me, but you could feel me somehow. i traced my name in letters on your skin over and over until you finally understood. my fingertips drew hearts inside your palm. but instead of smiling, you sighed the heavy truth. “those words were never meant for you.”
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“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
– Francesca Lia Block
me: the 20's is a weird time, i think
charlie: every time is a weird time
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