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I'd sell my own bones For sapphire stones 'Cause blues your favorite color
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:58 PM UTC
Meteor shower
i. To catch a boy in the wake of summer Leave out a cup Brimming with melon-colored milk tea and tapioca Make sure to capture his smile When he spills some on the counter When it is still warm on the cheeks And independence has yet to be fully realized You catch a boy by offering him the futon Night after night after night after night You don’t think to ask your mom and He doesn’t seem to mind the basement stench But you overcompensate with your words anyway You’re good at that Kesha plays like a hymn in the cathedral Of his boyfriend’s second car But you catch a boy with the menthol sound Of Cavetown at dusk in your hole of a bedroom And he sits on the bed and watches you paint As his notifications are piling up with passive-aggressive texts Summer tastes like lemon and cough drops
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
this is the beginning.
Everyone has something that makes them doublethink when they're standing at the railroad crossing
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
Railroad Crossing
You feel the pressure building and nothing may seem easy but it's going to be alright _just talk to me_ It may seem dark out tonight but we'll survive the night hold on tight and it'll be okay _just talk to me_ fall asleep and find a dream a place we can be just fine come inside and sit down _just to talk to me_
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Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Talk to Me
Thank you for having a gift for all of those gentle songs that you sweetly sang with your melancholy voice Thank you for everything for all the advice you gave through the good and the bad for lifting me up when I'm sad Thank you for giving me a home and baking me banana bread for taking care of things thanks for just talking to me Thank you for showing me that everything is temporary my pain isn't here forever you were always with me Thank you for the nostalgia the sweet uke from the UK the rhythms that found my soul and the calpol for my heart _Dear robin, thank you._
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Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Dear Robin
Sitting in my room crying to Cavetown for no reason other than it feels good to cry
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
don't know why I'm crying but I'm not complaining