January 2012
I wrote this when I was in year 12. it was a letter to someone and it still really means a lot to me. so, Tumblr, this is what I write when I’m not worried about form or characters or plots or themes. this is what I write when I’m feeling.
We would pack a bag, just one bag, and we would throw it in the back of the car and leave. Leave everything. Everyone. Ever. All the ones that gave...
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I’ve had The Whitlams’ album Love This City on repeat for about two weeks because it reminds me of him. blergh.
I just
really
really
want
Benedict Cumberbatch.
imagine him talking dirty to you.
holy jesus.
I’m creaming myself just thinking about it.
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I like rubbing alcohol into the cuts on my hands I like the way ice sounds when it clinks in the glass I like taking deep breaths I like sinking into the sand I like rolling chess pieces between my fingers I like walking along gravel I like it when my cats look into the middle-distance I like writing exactly what happened I like the rain when it begins, but not when it ends I like wondering if...
Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens
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