my baby bird, my jude, my best friend -
i am going to miss the living hell out of you, but hey -
listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go.
you are just a potted plant that’s seemingly out growing its pot, a bird who’s no longer fit for it’s measely cage, and the most beautiful young woman who needs more than these small towns. camden will be so good to you and bologna.
i promise to write you, even if it’s a few words. i know you’ll know exactly what i mean. i love love love you and i know i’ll be sandwiched between you two beauties once we’ve all grown into the the humans we were meant to be.