Tuesday, November 17

they don't love you like i love you.

take a long big sigh of relief.
all your choices are your own. there's enough time to read until your eyes hurt. smoke until your fingers are black. knit a motherfucking scarf and learn to make really good coffee.

all my friends are finishing school and it makes me feel old.

all my friends are getting married and it makes me feel old.

jay says, be a man.
i say, get a typewriter.
you say,


you could never kiss a tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again;
(and this sums up the reasons for the failure of our relationship. all the cocktails in the world won't erase how you last voted.)

hold your breath.

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