So, my piano teacher died. Blood poisoning apparently. She was the music director for our drama group too. She was a good woman.
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Casually patching Shauns jeans so he no longer has a massive hole in them.
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Chris woke up with a migraine. Missed his exam. I hate it when Chris is ill. When I’m ill, he always seems to know how to make it better. I haven’t got a clue. I just ask him what he needs, and hold him. That’s all I know. I’ve never really had to take care of someone who was ill before.
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Can we cuddle?
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.
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Maybe it’s just be being weird, but I swear to God these pills are making things look like they’re sliding towards me, like the room is getting smaller.
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I guess it’s a comfort, perhaps a sense of self control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.”
Chuck Palahniuk
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