why don't we talk anymore?
am i the only one who still thinks about us?
what was the point of us even meeting?
really, though.
look up.
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O'Neill
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- Say goodbye.
- Happy Halloween!
- Straight hair.
- pass.
- This is my dream bed.
- Halloween.
- Preston & Main.
- we need to think.
- Fix.
- sex is sex is sex is sex.
- Quite the brain you've got my dear.
- all i need.
- modern friction.
- I'm this | | close to calling you.
- Dirty olives.
- we can't do this.
- just so.
- Ocean nouns.
- no where near.
- Afro.
- Men
- My mind stops at you.
- What I see before I sleep.
- Moons.
- Spring cleaning.
- natural.
- Alexi Murdoch.
- Life is quick, Death is quicker. And we seem to fo...
- If you don't know.
- as.
- Be a camera.
- Cancers
- Key.
- Stay weird.
- Wineforone.
- Single.
- Guilt.
- I accumulate way too much that I can't afford to l...
- McGinley.
- Stop.
- someone like him.
- guilty art.
- Love me anyway.
- find me.
- Poem.
- intelligence.
- just a coincidence.
- if we got married.
- never-ending cycle.
- shoreline.
- SHOW ME, THEN.
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