olivetti-

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august 31 — 6:40 am
          	
          	i was not meant to sit idle. i was not meant to wait. i was meant to defy gods, reconstruct chapels, grow unattainable fruits in volcanic soil. i was supposed to kiss my lover goodbye as he was shipped off to war and then pack a bag to join him. or traverse through the alaskan tundra on foot. or get pregnant at 17 and reinvent myself trying to care for a child, be one of those mothers approaching 30 wondering what life could have been, would have been, if i were smarter.
          	
          	i was supposed to be a champion. a descendant of sparta. a power, a force, a magic. yet here i lie, cursed, to sit and wait for the world to unfurl itself and become pleasant again, as all things had been once. when did coffee beans lose their taste? when did the smell of shit start wafting through the house. when did i become a corpse? is there any way to change it, doctor? is there anyway to make it stop?

olivetti-

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august 31 — 6:40 am
          
          i was not meant to sit idle. i was not meant to wait. i was meant to defy gods, reconstruct chapels, grow unattainable fruits in volcanic soil. i was supposed to kiss my lover goodbye as he was shipped off to war and then pack a bag to join him. or traverse through the alaskan tundra on foot. or get pregnant at 17 and reinvent myself trying to care for a child, be one of those mothers approaching 30 wondering what life could have been, would have been, if i were smarter.
          
          i was supposed to be a champion. a descendant of sparta. a power, a force, a magic. yet here i lie, cursed, to sit and wait for the world to unfurl itself and become pleasant again, as all things had been once. when did coffee beans lose their taste? when did the smell of shit start wafting through the house. when did i become a corpse? is there any way to change it, doctor? is there anyway to make it stop?

olivetti-

august 30 — 1:22am
          
          i guess i really want to go to a diner with you and split a milkshake. you always say there's more to life than vanilla, but i think there's beauty in its simplicity. vanilla milk between us, lips savoring sweetness in two forms. a jukebox and a few dreams to confess on greased napkins. i'd take your hand, slurp my share, wipe the corner of my mouth with my pinky finger. 
           
          please love me, i'd suggest in my gaze. love me like it's the first time. i'd run away with you if only you asked.
          
          please ask.