Tristan

my mother sat around and listened to all my bullshit today. and it felt veddy nice. because she helps me alot. im really happy i have a mom like her. she’s just lovely! im off to take a shower and enjoy my subtle tuesday afternoon! hooray for breaks and only seeing people i want to see!

i still think about you when i take long road trips with plenty of time to watch the trees pass and when i watch the clouds follow slowly behind me.  I still whisper your name in late night prayers from time to time, and you still show up frequently in my dreams.  I think of you when i hear feist and indie rock that no one knows.  I want to be your friend, but i simply cannot. If im your friend, i long to be more.

i would really appreciate it if you could just get out of my head.

“The Fallen Angel”, Duane Michals

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