i don't really know. this isn't gonna be a list. every single time i hang out with you my head gets fucking fuzzy. i love the beginnings. love the endings. only sometimes do i enjoy the in between. how fucked up is that? i can't honestly tell you the last time i was certain.
emily. e m i l y. emil y. e mily. e m i ly. em ily. e mi ly.
i can't write. block. bl ock. blo ck. b l o c k. b l ock. b l o ck. b loc k. bl oc k.
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