I fell in love at all of sixteen and don’t you say I wasn’t devoted.
My baby’s eyes were brown but you can tell he wishes they were blue
And I don’t see what it matters, but I can see it does
still, there was so much salt
in so many wounds
My recent ex was extra, but in a way I couldn’t quite explain. Sure, she had all the traits of a malignant narcissist but so does almost everyone I know.
life got stuck under the wheels and desire’s language smacked into cliché, death came as Chet Baker crooning love, almost blue
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!
