I look across at the line of the city. The nights are mean in this place, full of smog that eats the stars. 'Who does feel hope around here?
Cath CrowleyTags: graffiti-moon
Well, all girls called Beth are arse grabbers.
Cath CrowleyTags: graffiti-moon
If you treat glass right, it doesn't crack. If you know the properties, you can make things; the color of dusk and night and love. But you can't control people like that and I really, really wish you could. I want the world to be glass.
Cath CrowleyTags: love glass graffiti-moon
Anyway. The night didn't go so well because I broke his nose, which was an accident that happened when I hit him in the face because he touched my arse.
Cathy CrowleyTags: graffiti-moon
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