my heart's like a kick drum! (the avett brothers)i think thinks all the time, make up stories in my thinks, stories to console my soul when the knots around love and music and the meaninglessness of it all cause and justify too many loose threads of i-don't-care-rebellion-procrastination-is-my-epitaph-going-to-say-liz-who-understood-primary-mathematics-but-slept-the-seasons-without-someone-else's-skin-and-tense-touch-and-never-gave-love?
my latest, most aware think was this: why are there small windscreen wipers on some headlights?
my favourite part of the weekend: poking sea anenomes. the tendrils tensed around my finger like clenching suction muscles...
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