June 2012
Fucking starving but everything I eat destroys my stomach. So….
fuuuck this paper.
“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am, still. No one has ever heightened such a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via futurejimcroce)
I ran across cyanide plains Mind like a prison cell But feet untethered and sane
Discontent
cross-country road trip please.
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mf.
