cosmic inadequacy

Thursday, January 29, 2015

don't let fools fool you even though you love how puzzling life's irony is.

n, twenty-two

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“I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”

(Clementine von Radics)

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