Have Some Soup.

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A grad student I met by scrawling my phone number on the back of a Disneyland parking pass and throwing it through his car window.

“There’s a plane leaving for anywhere you want right now, and in an hour, and in a day, and in a year. You can get out whenever you want, it’s comforting I think.”

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miss you: the view from my porch, yesterday, via camera phone.

I fly out of PDX in twenty hours. But it’s okay, because I fly back INTO PDX in nineteen days. That’s right- buying tickets back home before I even leave. Whatever. Doing what I can to stay alive, you know?

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Thanks! Don’t make me leave, please.

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It’s actually all I can think about.

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haydec:

it feels weird being home without some people. it also feels weird being in town and not seeing some people. it also feels weird to be home and not even talk to some people. it also feels weird to want to re-do high school and fix your mistakes. 

And it gets weirder every time as fewer and fewer people are still there.