Luka

Luka the dog, whose name sounds similar to Laika, also a dog, but was shot into space.

I had a dog once. Well, I had a couple of dogs. What’s upsetting is that they were always my dogs, as to say that no one else wanted to take responsibility for them.

The last one was named Jay-jay. He was some pavement special. I

Unfortunate to say

“I love her,” she said. “I love her more than anything; more than anyone I’ve ever loved before. She made me feel like a person when I didn’t think I was one.”

I don’t have any comforting words for Lauren. “Did you tell her how you felt?”
“I did,” she says. “I broke her. I told her we could never be together.”
“Why is that?”
“Internalized homophobia and religious fear, unfortunate

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Something I wrote a while ago:

It was raining
It was raining. She liked the rain. Actually she liked ways in which to distract herself from the grey shade of despair that loomed over most of her life. The thick clouds in the air seem to offset the sickly colour which happened to be a very crude metaphor for her pale life.

And music. She liked music. Any way in which she could distance herself from the constant angst that made her feel like it filled with a really small bag of slightly annoyed bees, from the perpetual imminent