we laughed about that night we got so fucking high, buttering the toast with my fingers, 'i just wanna live my life!' that tiny kitchen, and i love your blonde little head, the ways i know you, dropping your keys and fiddling with your monies.
'i know your core, Erin.' dear friend, lets just sit and stare into eachother's eyeballs a tiny bit longer.
sunny afternoon, and biking to the liquor store seemed like a good idea at the time. too many purchases, not enough handlebars.
i just wanna watch Congo, is that too much to ask, world?
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