“you know what my # 1 fantasy is? i used to think that one day, just not telling anyone, i could go off to some random place, and i just disappear, like you’ll never see me again.”
happens this april.
it is a few weeks away.
26th of april, i turn 27.
27th of april is the last day at work of two of my dearest colleague-friends.
it isn’t what they wanted.
it isn’t what us editorial crazies wanted.
my birthday doesn’t look peachy.
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4.17.09 / 7am
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My favorite name is Luna. Inside me are puddles, sleeping stars, small notes from lost friends, candy wrappers, children safe inside a playhouse. Nostalgia is what makes writers die and live over and over again.
“Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid?” Mathilda asks
“Always like this.” Leon replies
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