in the same way people I’ve chosen to love just take and leave and so I give again but only what I have to offer remains. I’ll give all that love again. and cry on the floor time and time again
I need to buy another copy of my favorite book. I lent it out once and bought it again and then lent out that copy and have done so time and time again but now I need another copy in the same way I need to cry on the ground to the sound of my favorite album playing on record
queer in the way Florence and the Machine says “what a thing to do.. oh, what a thing to choose.. but know, in some way, I'm there with you up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon”
googling: does my cat know that person is an ex or do they just feel abandoned ; am I passing trauma to my cat ;; cancer zodiac;;; does my cat like when I play Eminem