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delirium flu
delirium
flu

flu delirium
and mogwai

man do i love kappa, holy shit is it a fucking good song

been thinking about stuff. namely, people.
i do think i miss you, sometimes. like when i am laying in bed, getting chills running down to my toes even though the thermometer reads 103, and i am listening to will to love and wishing i had you to text, or to wish me a "get better soon baby girl," something you would probably say. and you would probably tell me to drink tea, and to watch some futurama and then maybe we would talk online and you would cut it short because you wouldn't want me to not rest.

haha oh my god, what is this.
i swear i am not cracked out i swear i have not gotten high since i came home, i swear i swear. can i swear that i don't miss you? no. that i have completely dealt with all my feelings? i thought i did. i really thought i did. laying in the sun feels good, but when there's a possibility of you doing it with someone else, it feels better.

i think i just miss the idea of someone. yeah, that's it.

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Pauline

Only a dent. One of many that will exist but fade.

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