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Fallen For

Every detachment is a form of attachment

Right pace, wrong place

D.H. Lawrence (Irreducible Otherness Of The Natural World)

...Immersed in his work and ignoring her; in stark contrast to his obssession with her

Why Should I Be Good If You're Not?

Some Things Will Never Wash Away

I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.

In Any Dimension; (don't) Split (my) Infinities

I fear this admiration will be the end of me

Let's meth! (I'm not a rifle)

Feels a little self-destructive // But this feeling's so seductive