my name is celia. |


you are the anonymous one. dear someone,you are the anonymous one.
i don't think i've met you yet. or maybe i have, in which case i am deeply sorry for not recognizing you sooner. i'm blind sometimes. you're going to need to know that.
dear someone,
maybe i don't know you, but i think i 'know' you. you're the boy who stole the sun and tucked it away in your skull, warming people when they see it in your brightbright eyes.
dear someone,
i'm sorry that right now i'm not beautiful. i haven't been beautiful in a long time. i think i may have forg


let's not ever grow up, okay?yes.let's not ever grow up, okay?
yes, i know that sometimes you sit on the floor in the mornings and drink milk while you look out the big, glass window on your front door. you always use the plastic green cup, the one that you've had since you were little, because it tastes like what you imagine memories to taste like.
and yes, i know that when you can't sleep you take the bubbles that you keep on the top of your bookshelf [the small ones that they hand out at weddings] and blow them down the staircase. it comforts you to not know when each one is going to pop. it reminds you of life and death. all too quick and unpredictable.
yes


sunshine and rainy daysone.sunshine and rainy days
her name is clover and she is all arms and legs, milky skin stretched across hollow bones.
she has freckles on her nose and her mother jokes that somebody sprinkled cinnamon there and it sunk into her skin, but clover knows that they are where the sun has kissed her, and she prefers it that way.
she owns a tattered yellow umbrella that has suffered with years of her love, and she has named it sebastian. 'i don't take him out when it rains because he prefers the sun,' she says, 'but i myself am partial to raindrops and cloudy days.'
two.
her name is clover and cigarettes ha
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just another person living in the background of everyone's life.
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just another person living in the background of everyone's life.
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I am stuck on duct tape 'cause duct tape's stuck on me - must be sung to the band-aid's song.
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just another person living in the background of everyone's life.
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I am stuck on duct tape 'cause duct tape's stuck on me - must be sung to the band-aid's song.
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just another person living in the background of everyone's life.
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I am stuck on duct tape 'cause duct tape's stuck on me - must be sung to the band-aid's song.
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