posted by Alli Warren at
Get some alcohol. Booze, beer, anything. The howling emptiness of sobriety is screaming in my mind, saying, "fuck you, fuck you" over and over again. I grind my teeth together till my mouth fills with blood, but it doesn't help...
get me a cute top at Forever 21, make our pomes last forever, make me high-school with you again. Let us walk through the Northridge mall again in a panic over truth and humans and truth. We need to "collaborate" again as so many fucken artists say. Just go get me a top at Forever 21 and I'll keep loving you forever before we were 21 and after.
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