milksp1der

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do you stare - in this way - into the eyes of those boys?

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to arrive, complicate and flee the consequence

is a cyclical exhaustion.

to retire one life after another

like twins, a mirror stare.

all rounds up and i hold the loose ends like a million squirming, impalpable, escaping threads of a bobbin yards-cast

soon i must leave, or return

to the place i made so tired

why can’t i live in a place

without corrupting it

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fuck everythkgn

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oh

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you only really got you in the end huh

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i want to wear a suit

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i miss being loved the way i can give love

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you make me sad

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Im living in a trance

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Sometimes I find it hard to show this irl because to some degree I am introverted but if I want one thing from herein I want to hold a kinder heart. ❤️

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this album title takes on a new meaning every summer

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teabag

today i feel like a teabag, my fibres stretched beyond the linear, contortionists, a peppering of fine dust dispersed, my thoughts uncollectible and i try to stitch it up. this mass of liquid writhes and escapes, i sink and sync into the rhythms of another world not quite this one. i am out of tune, uncalibrated, figureless; resigned to the institution of this lame ceramic.

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quelques heures et tout a changé

les nuits que je passe en pensant á toi et les journées

je veux mieux te connaître

les rythmes quotidiens dans lesquelles tu vivres

les choses qui t’orbitent

comme des planètes.

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Virgil Finlay (1914-1971), “An Astrology Sketchbook” by Donald M. Grant, 1975

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sketch from today! how I’d imagine my dream room in sf to be ~

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i cant let go