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I absolutely hate planes but I love airports. It’s because I hate sloshing stomachs, empty eyes, and broken bones but I love freshly cut sunflowers, kneading bread, and healed paper cuts. No, I am not okay because I’m a bush airliner and you are an entire airport; I am constantly failing to make myself into something lovely, just a landing pad. I can’t make myself into a home or even find a place to land because the harder I try, the higher I fly, and believe me when I say I do not like to fly. I only want to land somewhere new with you. I want to be loved, I do, I promise, and I promise that I don’t break promises like planes break bones.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
even just a lily-pad would be alright
I absolutely hate planes but I love airports. It’s because I hate sloshing stomachs, empty eyes, and broken bones but I love freshly cut sunflowers, kneading bread, and healed paper cuts. No, I am not okay because I’m a bush airliner and you are an entire airport; I am constantly failing to make myself into something lovely, just a landing pad. I can’t make myself into a home or even find a place to land because the harder I try, the higher I fly, and believe me when I say I do not like to fly. I only want to land somewhere new with you. I want to be loved, I do, I promise, and I promise that I don’t break promises like planes break bones.
Dorothy-Quinn
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Dorothy-Quinn
Canadian
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
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