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oh, so a big fuck you goes out to everyone who believes that i'm a cokehead.
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028.
i don't know how i manage to get lost in the countdown of these minutes, but i do. i get lost in the turmoil of trying to feel full-blown alive every second, the need to really really feel THIS THIS THIS that i let things get out of hand. out of body experiences would have me pounding on my skull, trying to knock in some sense of foreshadowing for ( Read more... ) -
027.
To each other, they felt like lucid dreams. Him, with his spools of hair and she with her chopped locks and splintered eyelashes. He picked out details from his mouth of pocketed stories, planting them as bouquets before her. She painted him unicorns and cupcakes, and other days, sketched her fragmented ideas on his newspaper ( Read more... )
