"does he lay awake listening to your breath. worried you smoke too many cigarettes"
06/08
always shifing the feelings from one person to another. the names, the faces change, but the sentiments do not.
sometimes, sometimes she forgets which one she's talked to that day; she'll wonder if her cute and charming anecdotes have already been mentioned to that one or not? did she call him by the correct name, even? and does he suspect a thing???
oh god. this is how bad she's become. she's become her father, she's become Ian fucking Curtis. all those horror stories, the pain her mother felt, and the betrayal; and now she's no different.
"i will not weep for those dying days. for all the ones who've left there's a few that stayed"
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how do you turn it off? where's that fucking switch that makes you stop caring?
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