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i sexually identify as the 28 degree january breeze sneaking through your cracked window at 5am one time a school of fish said to me, "everything will be fine. we promise. just hang around longer." it was mid-june, i believed them one time i tweeted, "you have so much undiscovered depth. you are an ocean," referring to my gay friend who is known for being sassy and, well, gay and not for what he really is or what he's worth anyway, someone replied to it "you're a cork in the ocean" and to this day i still think about what the **** that even means but its poetic sounding and i like it i guess we are all the **** of a great cosmic joke and i am not me anymore i'm a hurricane aftermath it swept away all the worth i had left and here i am, incompletely resolute my favourite shade of orange is the one leaves turn before they commit suicide and if that doesn't say something about my personality then i don't know what does all i'm trying to say is that the grass is green for a reason and it turns brown and ugly sometimes but it always goes back to how it was before and i need you to promise me that you'll hold on
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
if i took enough drugs to possibly turn me comatose would you still love me: an autobiography
i sexually identify as the 28 degree january breeze sneaking through your cracked window at 5am one time a school of fish said to me, "everything will be fine. we promise. just hang around longer." it was mid-june, i believed them one time i tweeted, "you have so much undiscovered depth. you are an ocean," referring to my gay friend who is known for being sassy and, well, gay and not for what he really is or what he's worth anyway, someone replied to it "you're a cork in the ocean" and to this day i still think about what the **** that even means but its poetic sounding and i like it i guess we are all the **** of a great cosmic joke and i am not me anymore i'm a hurricane aftermath it swept away all the worth i had left and here i am, incompletely resolute my favourite shade of orange is the one leaves turn before they commit suicide and if that doesn't say something about my personality then i don't know what does all i'm trying to say is that the grass is green for a reason and it turns brown and ugly sometimes but it always goes back to how it was before and i need you to promise me that you'll hold on
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
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