holy fucking
bleary sway drowse on.plucking memories out of crusted eyelashes.waking up to the pine. my home lathered in unheard commentary.“Is this how you clean for your mother?”or“No curtains? Disgusting. How do you live like this.”or“Wow. You drew all of these? You’re so talented.” oh – yo.i know her so well —i know Us so fucking well. […]
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