#findlater

things i’d love to see:

At a McDonald's at like 11pm with some friends. There is a guy who is going off on the girl at the counter that no matter how much cream he puts in his coffee it's still too black (you know, problems that are definitely within her control). He then turns to his friend, that we haven't noticed yet, to repeat his complaint to him. His friend is casually sitting at a table with a pretty big, bleeding gash on his face, and says, calm as a cucumber, 'this world is fucked, man.' That became our motto.

dream about my sister, taking her to get an IUD. except she was 5 years old again, and she got lost, and I had to yell for her, and she was so scared.

Grief is a medium boiled egg with salt in the morning over a cup of cheap coffee. Grief is the sun spilling into my room on Sundays. Grief is the smell of dishes stacking up in my kitchen. Grief is not being able to listen to music that is sad, or happy, or tempered, or anything at all. Grief is a specific seat on the bus. Grief is a river, a city, a language. Grief is a bed, white stars on grey sheets, grief is a brown tabby cat, grief is the smell of vanilla, grief is a sunset, grief is a pillow, grief is a train between two cities, a pepperoni pizza, grief is a dry toothbrush, a polaroid on a nightstand, a name written on a piece of paper under a pillow, grief is long lashes, hotels, bathtubs, swimming pools, white towels, chlorine, grief is a bench, a tree, a treehouse, a future, a promise, children with green and blue eyes, grief is a fountain, stairs, windows, a broken clock, grief is a doorbell, a hallway, a door.

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