speak soon, say lucky.

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can’t be bothered with it i guess, since i can’t log in to my old one so you guys are gonna get personal with my thoughts. every time i wish i had 160 characters, it’s gonna happen.

you know who’s hot. karen gillan. from doctor who. damn she’s fine. that’s my first thought. i’m drunk at 650 on a thursday, living by myself, watching doctor who, life is great.

My city’s still breathing - but barely, it’s true - by buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, sparkled with broken glass. I’m back with scars to show; back with the streets I know will never take me anywhere but here. The stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand; these strangers whose faces I know. We meet here for our dress rehearsal to say, “I wanted it this way”. Wait for the year to drown. Spring forward, fall back down. I’m trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined. Someone choose who’s left and who’s leaving. Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me: a blanket, some matches, this pain in my chest: the best parts of lonely. Duct tape and sautered wires; new words for old desires; and every birthday card I threw away. I wait in 4/4 time. Count yellow highway lines that you’re relying on to lead you home.