(Not) understanding death

I don’t know how to write this post. I’ve started it and erased it and started it over at least four times, now. It seems that even though words have always been the one thing I’m good at, this time, they’re failing me. And I don’t really know what to do about it, other than…

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It was a Thursday

So I’ve been trying to find a “good day” to drive out to Portsmouth and get my new tattoo for weeks. I turned 23 last month and my birthday gift from my parents was money toward my new tattoo: a Fall Out Boy song lyric on my rib cage, “long live the car crash hearts”.…

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