February 2012
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she could light you up like a holiday tree in a summer month
– Rogue Wave, “California”
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Dear Diary, mood: apathetic.
– Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
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Beginning of second Distinguised Writers/New...
I am drunk, sitting under a tree. I’m holding a crumpled plastic water bottle about half full with vodka, absentmindedly crunching it into the sidewalk as I wait for Daisy to get back. I slosh the vodka around, squinting at it dubiously in the half-darkness of the streetlights. I don’t want to drink any more, I decide, so I pour the rest of the drink out at the base of the tree. As soon as I...
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