Carpe Diem

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I would like a pair of legs just like these thanks. and this mood i’m in, im liking it. perhaps the moon is making me go a little haywire.. but i do believe its for the better. i want to mourn for you pa. i want to know where you’ve gone, and what you’re doing. if you feel the drab, and perpetual sadness you’ve initiated? how much we miss you. i want to know, whats happened to you. and thank you, for bringing them back together, in a sense. i wont be going on thursday, but i believe that what they’re doing for you is disrespectful, its too much, too greek, not right. its beautiful, but wrong. i dont need to be there, to show how much i miss you, mourn you, or to show how i love you. ill do it right here and i wont forget you. i hope they understand. i know you understand.

[please read in pommy accent]. i want to share a few things. and be selfish for a moment. because for once i could not give a right fuck about who reads this, or what they think. lord i had the greatest sleep last night. ill give you a tip: sleeping without clothes is definately one of the most gratifying freedoms. did you know i sport a nasty cowlick? did you know my right ankle clicks when i walk? did you know that im difficult to get to know? even though im one of the most open people you’ll meet. i think protruding hip bones look good on shortish people. and i think i will never be content with what ive achieved. wow alot of you have had sex. wow. coffee tastes better in shorter, rounder cups. did you know that i work at target? or that i have a twin brother? right now, i want crisp white blankets, warm coffee and a bed with you in it. i want to be 10 years from now (just to have a peak), but i want to get a phone call from chloe, telling me about the catastrpophies of being a film director/producer. my favourite colour is red. and i enjoy pressing buttons. i like post it notes, and stationary. smelling washing powder on fresh clothes is like an aphrodisiac for me. i get goosebumps when you kiss me on the neck. i suck at dancing. i have never seen my father cry. i heard him crying on the phone the other night, and i think my heart broke. i moisturize every night. i get a kick out of wearing fresh bras. i like watching people take off their glasses. if i had to wear only one thing for the rest of my life, itd be white socks. i dislike cheuvanistic males. i have no time for condescending people. you have a very condescending manner. i like badges.  and long emails. and provacative pictures that capture momentary seconds of passion and desire. i want to be a photographer/journalist. im going to be a physiotherapist. i like talking to you on the phone, and telling you bullshit things that are cornily funny, just to hear your smile. yes, to hear your smile. your voice changes when you contort your face. i like this about everyone. there is a rat in my rooftop. i read books on a hammock chair. i crack my back, and wear a retainer at night. you are totally different when you play sport. and tomorrow, im going to be knackered. but it was worth it. 

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