Crack my clavicle. We'll split the difference.

As your eyelids rust together, the strips knotting together with iron oxide, you'll begin to appreciate the color red. Feel the metal with your fingertips; revel in the therapy.

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P.S. I've changed my major to English because I've fallen madly in love with Shakespeare.

I'm just really very sad sometimes.

Fun fact: If you've gotten roughly seven hours of sleep since Monday night, you'll start to see cities where desk lamps should be.

With knuckles greeting cartilage, the blood begins to 
run from your nose, coating ivory teeth with copper.
Your white sundress will turn crimson, you know.
Don't worry; the color really brings out your eyes.

Break my hands.

Everyone looks the same if you're standing close enough.

Quick update: I'm going to the alligator farm this week.