The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Mu elumoto

Posted by Katarina at 10:40 AM

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"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in the movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But i lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and i was gawky and she was gorgeous and i was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So i walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, i was drizzle and she was hurricane."

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