essay, go fuck yourself.

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i blushed today, in delias. this girl who worked there started to compliment me on my hair. i rarely blush ( Read more... )

back by popular demand.

fucking core kid of the week: brian fuckin' montes
fucking why: latin tattoo!

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thank you for all the comments and hugs and queries and texts from friends as to how i'm doing. i appreciate it ( Read more... )

a year and some months later, we're over.

far too overwhelmingly painful. i am sorry.
it feels like a part of me has died. too many tears
and thoughts and memories. i don't want to be
alone. or alive, right now.

we're taking a monday through friday break. from eachother. this week.

it's like a mini-break-up.

rough? yes.

fucking hell.

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( i will not shake it like a polaroid picture, thank you. )

last night in my dream you were skating on the sidewalk that lines my street. and you were smiling and laughing, and so was i. there was a plot to the dream, but i forgot it a couple seconds after i woke up. and that's okay, because the only parts i remember were the good parts.