blood hangs in the pine soaked air

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I think about Chris intermittently through the day, but I mostly think of him at night before I close my eyes and try to sleep in earnest. I don


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That signature is gruesome

I'd listen to the Promise Ring's thirty degree's everywhere incessantly when I first started writing a diary my sophomore year. I'm listening to it now and feeling very charmed by it, if not nostalgic. It's like a jazz record almost, in how haphazard it sounds on first listen. It doesn't even seem a very inspired or great record, but it really helps me write. I sing softly to myself as I edit. Maybe I just like it because some of the first songs I ever learned to play are on this record.

However, now I will listen to the sea and cake. It's hard to be sad when you're listening to the sea and cake.

Habit is the ballast that chains a dog to his vomit. - Samuel Beckett