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❛love,❜ i begin, vodka dripping from my breath, ❛almost never works out.
it ruins people. it tears them to shreds and kicks them while they’re down.❜
i try to take another swig from the bottle, and as I realize it’s empty,
i throw it behind me into the grass.
✰ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᶤˢ ᵐᵉᵈᶤᶜᶤᶰᵉ ✰
ᵇᵘᵗ ᶤ’ᵐ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʷᵉᵃᵏᵉʳ
❛but when it does work out,❜ i hiccup, ❛when love does work out, the sky is
bluer. you wake up and the stars are aligned and you start to realize why
artists are artists. it’s a wonderful feeling, but what a terrifying path to go
down to get to the ha