Tomorrow. Competition is tomorrow. Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. That word is like a sparrow fluttering outside of my window, beating its wings against the air in that rhythm: tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow ( Read more... )

Oh dear. There are so many of you on the seventeen sides of me, and I am not entirely sure as to how I am going to commit to one, let alone all.

Perhaps if you tell me what I want to hear. And mean it. Only then, when unlocking secrets that are in plain view will I most likely give in.

And even then, it's a gamble.

Two days.

Here we are, kids. Aca-Week. Studying non-stop for 5 days. Competition on Saturday, awards (Chicago?) on Sunday.

You can find me in Room 177. I won't be on here, that's for sure.

Write me love notes. I'll be sitting on the heater.


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We think my mother had a stroke.

She was at work on Friday and suddenly had a series of palpitations ( Read more... )

I will always love you, or at least the person I used to ( Read more... )

and we're all gonna burn in hell ( Read more... )

To Know Her is... to be determined. Take my quiz and see if I'm like the back of your hand.

i spun out cotton candy planks ( Read more... )

ERIN06: fuck off.
ERIN06: you have a huge crush on me.
Simondb: maybe.
ERIN06: mmhmm.
Simondb: thats not the point.

i wasn't lying when i said ( Read more... )