letters to luke // l.h

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dear luke,

i should be asleep, but i recently made it a habit of not doing things that i should. also, i like writing to you. my only issue is i have genuinely have nothing to write.

you know that thing your thoughts do? just chase themselves round in circles, chase you around in circles, and you just keep coming back to the same thing over and over?

i can actually physically imagine the way you would scoff a bit at that, because now i know that i have nothing to write i will probably wake up at three in the morning like i always do and shred this pieces with a pair of scissors under my desk lamp, so don’t sweat it.

love, ally