(via restartmyheart)
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Sometimes everything makes me sad. Tvs on at night, dark rooms in empty houses, creek beds, empty parking lots, busy malls, blank stares, big cities, big beds, dead phone lines, perfect things, car radios, pool halls, hopeful homeless, the glue strip on post-it-note pads, driving around looking for something to do, suburban homes. These things make me sad for some reason. A lot of things make me happy too. Sometimes even these things make me happy. I guess that’s just the way the world works. Life is very boring.
and no one to tell us, now or ever,
why it ends, why
it always ends.
