this journal is dead.
if you want, you can follow me to thru_sunglasses.
i don't know how often i'm going to write in there, but yeah, i'll be there.

THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR BUT FEAR ITSELF.
-FDR

PERFECTION IS DECEPTION
in a red dress and scarlet lipstick with stiletto heels waiting to trip herself, waiting to slip up and rip a thread in her gown that makes the whole thing unravel, so that all you're left with is a pile of fiery embered mess.
my perfectionist drive burnt out a long time ago.

friends only.
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