When we were liars things were seamless (fiction) by etouffee

^{When we were liars things were seamless}

^{When we were wired the world was like a secret}

All those years ago

When mornings started at 11

our days seemed to last for weeks

we never owned an alarm clock

We thought we knew the world

how to make art for random strangers:

One day

saying out loud what we both were thinking

it was the beginning of the end

Turns out

and less of each other

^{And I'm sure you're right}

^{So low for how high}

^{lyrics from song- Running for Home}

When touch was simple	A secret sometimes already warm bed to call home	magic missile	Since then, all I do
A clever stress of opposites	Matthew Good Band	These are the only minutes you'll ever have. Take good care of them.	What writings are accepted on Everything2?
I can't live without you	The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life	How would you understand?	Qia and the liars
You Can't Always Get What You Want	Matthew Good	One-Pound Gospel	Grief, killing grief, have not my torments been
White Shame	What a Shame About Me	It's all going to fall apart isn't it?	Borderline personality disorder
Optics	burnout