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bitter heat
Memories of melodies. Of that shitty Taylor Swift song that played ad nausea on the hospital radio stations tuned to DJ's that sound more hungover than enthusiastic. The schizophrenic shaking his head side to side on each line. The patient who lived three lives singing off-tune and kilter to(more)
     Compound interest.  Uh-hmmm.  I'm heartsick.  The couple next to me discusses fees associated with early withdrawal.  I'm trying to remember the melody, with no luck.  Mom's going to India on Friday.  They won't shut up, those two, about f(more)
why do we open up so easy? i'm not accustomed to this level of honesty. it instills a warm feeling to know the truth all the time. but then, some truths bring pain and sadness. trust builds and breaks with ongoing honesty. it builds stronger, breaks harder.
people underestimate ideas.

i was standing on the corner of main street and hawthorne when harrison reed's truck pulled up to the gas station, red paint peeling in the dim flatline of october's four o'clock sun and there, in the palm of his hand, was an open bottle(more)
     The last thing I remember is that shape in the alley.  I'd finished my routine and I was having a cigarette outside by the exit.  I was exhaling these big fat snowclouds for Margy's amusement, and just stamping my feet on the pavement, it was so fucking cold.  She fini(more)
it was a planned one-night stand. but not for him. i appeared on the 10:30pm train and appeared in a hip bar in a semi-central location at 12:17pm and appeared on instagram at 12:59pm.

1:07pm rolls around and he texts me. (more)
we got rained out in the winter. my skin  thanked the warm, moist air and the tickling sun after rain shining through the glass.

pieces of stuff and things lay strewn around my room, dusty. why did I need all this stuff? no one can give any of this(more)
When Hana opens the door, she's not expecting Terushima, who has a hood pulled over his head and his hands jammed in the pockets. He hasn't noticed her, and he's still sniffling.
His head flips up and his eyes widen. "Wh-you live here?"
She nods.
"Wrong...wrong house. Sorry.(more)
he wasn't ready for me. he met me at the cliff where reason eroded and dreams flew high. we rejoiced in sacred evenings crowded around a computer screen or gathered around a dying tealight at the dive by his house. i'd order a beer, he'd order a beer. i'd(more)
When you said my eyes were dead, it was in jest. The second time you said it, you kicked me out of your apartment in the dead of winter and you were dead serious.

You know something, though? Your eyes were dead the second I saw you. M(more)
Comfortable at home, unwillingly
Friday night.
Though the clouds commune outside -
though the rain seems an oppressor in stilettos,
my desire is to caress danger and lick the verdant newness of
A blank slate
no obligations
the will of the boyfriend
to stay warm
The protest is lost as she races in the blazing building, ducking through the gap of debris. Something crashes behind her, and when she turns, she only sees a fiery inferno behind her. Keep moving forward.
"Davidson!" she shouts. She covers her face with an elbow and blink(more)
he used to play it for me when it was time to wave goodbye to the night. a song with his eyes whenever he knew he'd metamorphose into that side of himself.

darting eyes, darting eyes.
whispers of, "it's going to happen soon." (more)
"would he have made it if i didn't do those things?"

we're fine, i'm fine, you're fine, she's fine.

if i didn't know him, would i be moving out?
Souji dropped to one knee in front of Yosuke; for a moment, it was as though the fog had closed in and partitioned everything else away. The red and black tones of the other world's shopping district, Adachi's rapt stare, the Shadows that were surely lurking in the alleyways,(more)