hit. Today was Sunday and he had completely forgotten. His leisurely plan of videogames and masturbation was going to have to be put on hold.
A waning heart drifts over London’s peaks sleepy concrete that makes me remember a boy, crazier than me
The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.
and maybe they’ll find a piece of me they could take home to their parents and say this girl is strange but it’s easy for me to love her.