December 2011
there’s nothing like being woken up at 2:30am by a drunk fool who thinks that your house is their house and that your bed is their bed. BIZARRE.
tangible.
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i thought if we could get through christmas without a word exchanged between us, we would have reached a milestone in the never ending dissolution of what we had. so i bit my tongue and stilled my fingers and busied myself with what i was able to hold in my hands, rather than what i could only hold in my heart.
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