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the boy would take the driver’s seat through city streets, the roads and cars like stars, reflected, urban constellations on the buil..

it seems I can’t kick as hard any more since the football got pulled away again I can’t tell if this is maturity or depres..

forever, he says and holds me and I say you can’t possibly know that oh lover, you are so warm so happy here, ..

An exploration of one of the many the ambiguities of how to "best" be a functional adult.

some days she’s a chalk outline remnant of her last living moment others, life dusts off again passion taking pavement over love, or..

Referencing Seligman, for those who are kind enough to read this but don't share that area of geekery with me.

the monster came knocking on her door just the same as when I was a little girl &we were safe that night but our prospects unc..

you lost me there for just a minute or maybe two, or three, or it’s been weeksand now in spite of your complexities there&rsqu..