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pink hair gets all the girls and boys asking fo' ya di-gits.

(76. hit me up at the coffee shop where they let you bring in your hookah.)

I really need to get some cash into my cell. As well as some batteries to show the whole wide internet this fucking hair. Or is it candy?

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2008 will be:
pink hair
shiny shit
tighter pants
more converse
cashmoney
lipstick
success
pretty girls
pretty boys
androgyny

At the moment I'm really ill... I suppose I don't mind. The last week of my legal childhood and I'm bedridden... More energy for new beginnings next week.

Eight days. 18.

cigarettes
porn
gambling
adult trials
voting

yesyesyes.

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Jack White.

I like your skin. I like your slur.

I approach each of these people (male female old young happy sad intelligent naive thoughtful quite loud usually beautiful but sometimes not) singularly, wanting to know what is inside of them ( Read more... )

This weekend gave me the sick sort of fuzzies and warmth you can only get when you gather around a Christmas tree with you friends. Stoned. Laughing about how we never dreamed this moment could exist. How terrifying photographs are ( Read more... )

I slept for four hours today after school. I remember this same sleep schedule really fucked me up last year, but I don't know how to get out of it or if I particularly want to ( Read more... )

Peppermint tea and milk.

A girl, a cat, a bottle of pink.

It's raining ice outside but for now this child's heart is warm and purring.
(I handle life like a bulimic handles food consumption)

update.

girls are pretty.

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