he says your name out loud, in miniature rooms where no one's found; it's a desperate sound. you're on the distant shore! and he wants to tell you stories, stories of boys who stomped their feet, saying, "shut, shut up—I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings."

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I woke up this morning and decided I was going to get a minor in architecture
but then this happened and now I’m ridiculously sad ;____;

I woke up this morning and decided I was going to get a minor in architecture

but then this happened and now I’m ridiculously sad ;____;


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