If you can convince yourself
That every crack is a ghost
Then you’ve got yourself a haunted house
If you can squint hard enough
So that each face becomes blank
Then you’ve made your own morgue
I’m only writing because
I’m scared of things that I can’t say out loud
I’m only scared of things that I can’t say out loud
Because I can’t get them to stand still for long enough
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I Corinthians 6:19
I feel like Peter Venkman.
hey man! sorry it's taken so long to get back. i haven't been keeping up with my blog as of late, mostly because the past few months have not been so productive.
i can see you're doing brilliant work as usual. how are you doing?
hi honey, hope you're doing well - would love to meet up soon, if you're free? also, just to ask: i'm planning to go to the 2pm showing of chris' new play on 23 may and wondered if you fancied coming along? if so, i'll get your ticket as an exceptionally late birthday pressie!
This is amazing. And the ones above it. You are h'amazing Dhomaz *o* xxxLove youxxx
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