And I realize I’m holding on to immature dreams and fantasies by continuing communication. But I cant bear a clean break, not after last time, not when there’s no one else. When I just want a friend to text about nonsense, nightly activities, there seems to be no one… I know that’s done. I know that. I’ve accepted it, I think. But I don’t know, something wreaks...
If art is love. I like making art with you.
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So here’s the deal guys: I WILL GET INTO EMILY CARR. Yeah that’s all, have a lovely evening!
Do you miss making me smile?