It’s funny the kind of love you see on the drunk bus. Love that you didn’t intend to find. Love for a bottle of the cheapest liquor available. Love you literally just met. Love for a half-full box of Wheat Thins. Love that maybe won’t be tomorrow, or even once you get off. It’s funny how often all of these sort of look the same, looking at them in the same light.

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~ by crossmd on April 4, 2011.

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