my hands

[sherrydee]

are icicles currently. little wrinkly masses of peach with brush strokes of the deepest indigo and grand canyon etches in the palms. i've commenced and faltered repeatedly in inscribing even the simplest of messages to my pen-pals. we usually whisper secrets of the universe to one another in ink, but my frozen appendages have just been on the fritz

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ok no

[make_myself_up]

i'm not gonna watch you roll around and furrow ur brows(which need to b tweezed_)n watch yr inhalations

COS I KNOW YOU OK
SO STOP BEING A DITCH WITCH AND FRICKING HANG OUT WITH ME ALREADY IT"S BEEN EIGHT MONTHS OK