“I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear view mirror. I want you.”

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i really like this. its nice. 

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3:00 am  •  20 December 2011  •  24 notes