izzy

sext:
I love you like the silence after a storm.

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sarah

This year, kids, we’re getting a real Christmas tree and we’re going to put it right in the living room, right in front of the tv, and we’re going to sit underneath it on Christmas morning and we’ll look into each other’s eyes and see that glorious tree reflected right back. And we’re going to leave it there through December, while it slowly turns brown and harsh, and through January, when the heat bleaches it, and through February, when it’s shattering the carpet with discarded needles, and on and on as it slowly dies in front of us, turning sick and black and dead in the middle of the room, and that is how we will remember every day, every single goddamn day, the way your father fucked his marketing manager the week before Christmas and ruined this perfect family once and for all.

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