blind
boxed
I don’t know what’s more insulting
him using his charm to get what he wants
or him thinking I can’t see through it
one hand in my pocket
the other one on the table
true kind hearts
seem to last forever
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About Me
- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.
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- fast hands
- i like it better when you come around
- will it be enough?
- the crocus
- flutterboard
- lost in my head
- edification
- all in a week's work
- lucky charms
- figment of my imagination
- post script
- chicken
- thin pale skin
- you can call me fool
- musings after the smell of damp earth
- forty-two
- sad smile
- ginko leaf
- leftovers
- do unicorns cry?
- apples falling from trees
- train to nowhere
- one hundred years
- i knew there was more
- stars
- i wish i spoke cat
- airport hotel
- disappeared
- one day me and you are going to france
- dancing and singing by myself
- hugs
- baby blue
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