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dear god.

it's 1:36 in the morning and i am just starting this post. that technically means that i have to go to school tomorrow, but luckily i have around twenty hours of sleep between me and that jolly adventure.

i have just come from watching a trilingual movie, from receiving drunken professions of love, from offering opinions on matters that shake the world. it's easier to think at night. your head feels fuzzy and heavier so you slouch lower and lower against the headboard and deeper and deeper under the covers until it's uncomfortable to type. the words come easier (and sometimes douchier).

the world is nice when it's quiet like this. you feel like you're the only one who exists. all the bad things are gone and you just listen to the creaking of your house, the humming of your computer, the rising and falling of your own yawning.

at night i can scratch at scabs and forget that they'll be ugly and red and irritated in the morning. no consequences.

the later it gets, the more sentimental i become.

love to all and to all a good (and quiet) night.

love taylor