my insides hurt.

we grin all the same.
i need to find me some rimbaud. 'you trample my stores of feeling and voila; you dance for me once more'

what else? oh.

'misery!' and then something about knowing everything, but i forget.

losing people is hard, and i am as nostalgic as they come. 'i can feel the soil falling over my head' i want to roll in the dirt. cynicism back and flaring, oh baby.
kissing and bicycles. i have a tooth for you jodie!
violin lesson and the possibility of a whack conversation i have been dying to have all year. ugh, the pins in my fingertips. rainwalk. melodrama. fuck i hate romanticism!