Anonymous asked: "EXCEPT IT WASN'T ANON WAS IT OH GOD I'M GOING TO CRAWL INTO A DARK HOLE NOW HOLY FUCK I HATE MY LIFE"
BABY
shh it’ll be our secret
I missed you
What the poetry anon just sent me:
“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.” (Flaubert, “Madame Bovary”) -the apology of the poetry anon
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