et puis je reste là les gens me semblent heureux, si tu savais souffrir je m'emporterais mieux. tu receveras ma lettre déchirante et déchirée, les larmes de non-retour de la chienne crevée.
nothing makes me feel better than bitter songs of french hatred.
it's really awkward when you've been watching a television show for the past six months, diligently viewing every episode in chronological order, and then the main character dies
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i recently reread one of my favorite books of all time. and i loved every minute of it. "the perks of being a wallflower" has the ability to take me to a plane of thought i've never been able to visit before. and i can't even begin to get over it
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