I hate feeling like the real memories of him are slipping away from me.
I don’t want to stop remembering the way he looks at me or his beautiful face…
I don’t want to forget anything about him.
I love him so much.
Never Apologize for Being Crazy
“We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.”
— Ray Bradbury.
'Cuz in my head there’s a Greyhound station
where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations,
so they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here.
I write things.
and
I dig tea.
My name is Kat.
Tell me something.
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