May 2012
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I’m so into you it makes me mash my teeth together. It makes me wring my hands. I’m so into you I think about you all the time: sometimes you’re touching me, sometimes we’re talking, sometimes you’re just walking around doing nothing in particular. I’m so into you I have dirty thoughts when you’re fully clothed, and doing something innocuous like sitting on the couch or flossing your teeth or...
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”
