tight-roped

The tightrope between the cliffs of childhood and adulthood...I'm old enough and young enough. I'm too old and too young. I get marshmallow on my face when we make smores; when drunk I spill beer on my legs. Some nights I sleep with a stuffed animal in my bed; some nights I fuck him in it. I'm engaged to be married; I haven't yet left home.
~ Monday, January 23 ~
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The problem is that there are two main differences between reality and films: 1) There is no ending in your life except when you die. 2) In the real world, everyone thinks they’re the protagonist.

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