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sixth, oct what the fuck, man. you gotta know i have the most gigantic crush on you. how can you not? i mean, i pretty much throw up every time you smile at me in the sexiest (jesus christ, i never use that word!) of slow motions. i just turned twenty-one. though i still feel like the bar is for grown-ups. so while my peers partake in the joyous gulping of foamy golden beers, kissing with open mouths, their vision so out-of-focus they look and see christmas lights hung in a fever dream, music loud enough to feel it, i sit in my room - door closed - and draw james dean naked. |