Nolita fairy tales for all to hear. Nothing compares to a Midwest thunderstorm. It's enough to rattle foundations and that little thing beating in your chest.
Everything about this place is a dream sequence to me. But they still call it home so I try as hard as I can to bat at the blurry, fog-like film that guards my vision to make myself worthwhile to them.
I dressed in black and red today, but only to support my team. Me and old Chuck Palahniuk... reading and writing ourselves til' death. A year ago just took my breath away. I want to write it all like I used to.
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