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Fear and Loathing in Sloth Vegas
We can’t move here. This is sloth country.
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Eh, close enough.
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It’s the tiny, suddenly remembered details that do me in.
Like, the way you used to pull your long sleeves over your fingers and hold it there, all balled in a fist when something was wrong.
I want you to hit me with cloth covered knuckles so I know you are nervous about it.
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the evening undressed
itself at my door. hello
again, i said. have you
come to stay this time,
i asked. once again his
reply was no.when will he change his
mind? the question keeps
me from sleep. am i not fair
company? wish it wouldn’t
bother me. wish i could
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“You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.”— Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via beautyisanillusion)(via phaedras-howls)
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