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We're sorry to report your dad isn't getting any better. Infact, if anything, he's worsening everyday. He won't be out of the asylum soon. Maybe you could lift his spirits and visit him?
It will help seeing his beloved daughter to ease his depression and longing.
I crumbled the piece of paper in my hands. Ha, visit my dad? Was he really that stupid? I and dad haven't spoke to eachother in a year. We haven't even written eachother letters in a few months! I toss the paper into the trashcan beside me, flopping down and burying myself in a tangle of black bedsheets. I groan. Life was truly a bitch. "Hey, Nicole, what's this you throw in the trashcan?" Amy, my dormmate, asks. "A note from Doctor Rayne, pop's therapist...something like that." I an
:Friends:I never knew what love was until you entered my life,
now I'm surrounded in sparks and fireflies.
You knew when I lied,
you knew it when I cried,
you were like a sister to me,
we still are friends, right?
Sometimes I feel like I need to be alone,
sometimes I feel worthless,
sometimes I feel chilled to my bones,
sometimes I just need a long rest.
He's suddenly entered my life,
why do you feel like he's taking your place?
I'm not going to stand by,
and leave you all by yourself in this ugly race.
I want to go back to the days when it was just us,
partners in crime,
but now life's no fun.
But when we are together it's alright.
Surely one day we'll grow up,
will you be with me then,
my bestest friend?
I know you're with me but...why do I feel like we're tearing apart!?
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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