you're screaming, and cursing, and angry, and hurting me, and then smiling, and crying, apologizing
When I’m a better writer I’ll write about suburban Maryland, what going to a nearly incestuous high school does to your brain and your social life, and what it means to be driving back to your parents’ house alone years after your sense of direction and your ability to pilot without thinking has been dulled by living somewhere else that is so far away, but not far away at all.
Apparently, Alex Baca and I are racing to make this book. I’m sure she’d do it better than I will.
Source: alexbaca
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i keep telling myself the same thing.
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