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i hate writing poetry, but i love to read it ( Read more... )

better hair picture;

more weight gain;

today is so up&down.

insanity hits at nine thirty p.m.
it crept up on me around four oclock, when i almost backed into a little kid while he was walking home from school.
it itched up my spin as i quickly drove to the store for new boxes of hair dye (due to a huge mess and disaster), which, ended up in me getting this lovely piece of fucking paper:


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drips run down a smooth wet neck like marbles rolling in a box ( Read more... )

i've been doing make-up work for about three hours straight now ( Read more... )

just what normal person pushes through your arms and jumps into the backseat of your car to scramble around for a quarter ( Read more... )

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i feel like i haven't been online in fucking days ( Read more... )

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