-put yiuuor body here and let ur skin blend wooith mine
and i wish i could affect you in some way like waves against rock, not strong enough to hurt you but i might change you over time, but i've had those thoughts before.
-and our favoritee song came on,. the one we danced to everyday dna you claimed to be too drunk to dance buit i knew, well i know, it was because she was therree too fuckkasdaf you went and i dunno fuck it wfdrvdasf
and i wish i could stop attaching new feelings to old memories like tacks in a photograph but with so much time to think i'm unsure how i'm suppose to feel. it lingers in me, through my clothes and air and skin and directly into my veins like the smell of nicotine.
-i think of you on top of high buildings and when i lookl iont a jar of raspberry jam and i wont even remembermer what this fucking night (and iothers like it) loooked like toimrrow but i will never forget the colour of oyr hair and eyes and dress for as longa s i livbe green and blonde and blue.....,.,.
and i actually don't know shit about anything and i don't know why i bother writing so often (it's made me a shit writer) but thats just the anxiety talking so i'll have one more drink.
-i crave your thoughts and wonder about your h e a r t b e a t and its soft rhythm.
