i prefer things second hand
my smoke, clothes, and music
sips out of drinks already enjoyed
jokes from conversations already discarded
there is comfort in shared experiences
as it simmers out some of the loneliness
the bitterness is softened
the sweetness is left
then eventually,
what once was second hand becomes yours to share again and again
I love the smiths!
i love the smiths
and all of a sudden everything is right… isn’t that wild
made by me౨ৎ
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im over all this let me sit in my girlfriends room listening to chappell roan and eat snacks in peace