gina and the world

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the sky seemed small today.
i smiled a lot, and spewed out delightfully profane insults.
all in good humor.

my hair is still wet, and my body feels enigmatic.







love, i've found, tends to slip clumsily and gracelessly through the cracks of one's mind and heart, regardless of its assumed strength and ferocity.
and for me, it tends to cause a tremendous virulence towards the self. chaos erupts and blackens; it proves impossible to keep away from regret and loss.
and yet love, with all of its hurtful air, envelopes most with a warmth that is at once beautiful and treacherous, uplifting and incriminating.
makes my head spin.




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