this one's for the vacant |
my dash was locked, i guess i feel fine. ------- 28, chicago, a big pile of all kinds of music, video games, feminism, jokes, ranting, photos i took and didn't take. |
i love her…
…and everything we’ve shared together. a year, says the ticket stubs in my wallet. says her clothes in my drawers, says the art on my wall, says the photos in my phone, says the poetry, says my body, the way my heart beats.
I love ticket stubs as a souvenir, but I need a better place than my wallet to keep them.
especially since if you get pickpocketed, you lose memories.
I will ALWAYS and FOREVER
one of my favorite Karthik stories ever.
Oh, Owen. …I try to keep the most recent ticket memories in my wallet, but attempt to clean out my wallet of nearly...
i totally read that as “mamaries”
especially since if you get pickpocketed, you lose memories.
I love ticket stubs as a souvenir, but I need a better place than my wallet to keep them.