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Why do you lie so much? And about the weirdest little things? my mother always asked me. I don’t know, I always said. But I did know. It was very simple. Because it was a better story.
place is so beautiful you find it hard to believe that it’s overrun with the insane and the desperate and the lonely.
Like we could hug and hug and hug until our ribs crack and our hearts burst and our lungs collapse and our arms break off and still. We’d still be hugging air. No body.
Their cheeks are plump and pink and shining like they’ve been eating too much sugar, but actually it’s Gossip Glow, the flushed look that comes from throwing another woman under the bus.
Until all my words had spilled to the floor. I was too drunk to pick them up. So leave them there.
hopefully this works lol
