Again
we both know it’s ur loss
im sure we’re taller in another dimension
you say we’re small and not worth the mention
Again
I don’t fucking know
y me acorde de ti
Since you’ve been gone I’ve been having withdrawals. You were such a habit to call
“I want to melt into you, to be so terribly close to you that my own self disappears.”
— Anaïs Nin to June Miller, c. February 1932
Can’t change you