i want every place i left to vanish. or freeze. or completely change. i don't want them to be themselves without me in it. i don't want them to keep going on as if i've never been there. the street lights i used to look at from my childhood rooms window should be turned off. the kid i used to play hide and seek with should stop growing. how can everything be the exact same and completely different at the same time? how is this the same street? how the cafe i celebrated my 8th birthday still serves? how?
Hm, what are they talking about?
i am half way through the way by swann's and yesterday i realized i think in proust's sentences? i don't know how to explain but i felt like my thoughts are shaped by his words and not just the sturcture, the thought itself is resembles him too. it so weird.
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just watched interview with the vampire and left with a weird attraction towards freaky vampires with beautiful blonde hair and an undeniable desire to suck my blood till my heart stops
Spinnin round and round
Forgot to post this!!