Not by the hair of your chinny chin chin.

The devil wears a black dress.

I'll be the weight on your bones.
Because I hate sleeping alone.

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Tell me, as my dead-tired fingers ache in writing this, how you really feel, what really ails you, and then kiss me with words, not lips, not eyes,
with words you spell
and know the meaning, the letters drafted,
large as the ceiling
because you mean them.





motivation. For what? I'm going to buy some books tomorrow in hops that I'll grow a desire to read them, but I'm worried my necessity will need more than sunshine and water.

I'm going to talk to people tomorrow, but I'm worried my relationships will need more than sunshine and water.



you'll have pictures tomorrow, whoever you are.