holes in my logic

19. New Orleans. Burning and shivering.

Reading old things.

“books to be read, never ending to-do lists, Charlie Manson, unfinished projects, messy braids hanging on to my head for dear life, red red hair, pale pale skin, freckles, leggings, chewed finger nails, warm yellow light, words and concepts for days”

I’m still the same. Sort of.

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