oh my god my spirit/soul/interior is escaping me. it's coming out of my mouth. i spat it out with the toothpaste. oh i want to sleep. i want to tattoo qotsa's autopilot into myself because i find it such a happysimplesuper song. and because i am so far away from living it, oh my god again. i think i will from now on only communicate in either saying "oh my god" or saying nothing at all.
the bed, the bed.
love, eternally.
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