Wednesday, July 7, 2010
We drink and we dance and we drown our sorrow
Conversations at twilight into the early morning about the world and its condemned state, about relationships, dreams, and soul mates, about past and present hurts, about blow jobs and sex and Elliot Smith and whatever else we may have talked about made last night the best night I've had in a very long time. You're perfect, Blaine.
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