And there goes my brother. Out the door to Portland and I want to follow him.
I'm sick of this house I live in.
I think I'm offically tired of L.A., as well. We will see. We'll see.
I've been having weird dreams. Where I'm with an ex or having sex with a friend's sister. And there was one where I looked into the mirror and I did not recognize myself.
One in particular, I met someone and I knew they were the author to one of my favorite books but I couldn't remember what his name was. It's Tony, right? He just said he couldn't believe I didn't know who he was.
My name is Tony.
I had been talking to myself without knowing who I was, exactly.
Weird shit.
I'm sick of this house I live in.
I think I'm offically tired of L.A., as well. We will see. We'll see.
I've been having weird dreams. Where I'm with an ex or having sex with a friend's sister. And there was one where I looked into the mirror and I did not recognize myself.
One in particular, I met someone and I knew they were the author to one of my favorite books but I couldn't remember what his name was. It's Tony, right? He just said he couldn't believe I didn't know who he was.
My name is Tony.
I had been talking to myself without knowing who I was, exactly.
Weird shit.
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lackluster:
snoring i've gotten used to. except when youre cuddling and then its RIGHT in your ear. haha oh the subtleties of relationships...
lackluster:
oh my back you mean? "remember thy death" a phrase popularized in the dark ages... much like live for the day etc. also there are paintings called "memento mori"s which usually remind the veiwer of death. a popular one being a rose, a skull and i think a vile or something.