There’s a shirt in my suitcase that I keep meaning to
burn but I'm afraid of fire. I
want to break something just to see if it’s everything it’s cracked up to
be. I wake up and tell myself that it
can always get worse. When I was little I thought success meant talking in a British accent. I love you like I used to set my clocks—ten
minutes ahead of time.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
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