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This is a photo of my tattoo I got of Neutral Milk Hotel’s ‘In the Aeroplane Over the Sea’ album cover (my favorite.) Listening to that album years ago was the first spiritual experience I ever had.
It was done by Mark Ledford at Liquid Dragon in Asheville.
I know that I am sad when I want to blog things.
I am sad because I have loved the same boy for about a year now.
And nothing is happening.
Or ever will for that matter.
And if I say something we are no longer friends, either for better or for much, much worse.
I don’t like being sad.
But I’m not. I’m just jealous of everyone who has ever had some kind of relationship or who has ever experienced love or any other strong emotion because I really would like to know what its like but I don’t think I ever will and everyone tells me that things will happen eventually but they’ve been telling me that since seventh grade and I am just very sad all of the time even when I try not to.





