my romantic cynical emotional love gets spread around to nonsensical things/people who can't respond, thus minimizing the chance i will experience heart ache/break. not talking about loving things. talking about intense emotional attachment that mirrors real live loving.i was sitting in a truck with 5 very serious Slovenian men, 4 Swedish heavy metal dudes, my dad, my brother and two guys who somehow scored jobs that allow them to ski backcountry powder all day, in the furthest corner of the vehicle smelling man sweat and secretly listening to Sandro Perri in one ear and i started to compile all the places i spend my love.
here is a rudimentary list:
- Francie from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
- Lost Lake
- hay
- Nietzsche
- Winnipeg
- apples
- Lars von Trier
this doesn't make any sense. what a terrible list. what am i doing.
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