bang your boots and keep your head down

i think it must hurt.

and somewhere julie defines a part of herself by saying, "i think it's beautiful to start laughing in the middle of a kiss. i think, matter of factly, that i've an end."

yes, i'm slow to realise. but now it makes sense.

a polite and tidy way to clue me in that, well, he'd gotten sick of my pestering him long ago.

let the air go, mb. let it. seep.