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[slickmctuff]

i hate the smell of mothballs with a passion such that i am brought to hysterical sobbing upon a single whiff. hysterical. i never cry unless the moon makes me, or some humane sadness which is short and sweet, i can desensitize myself, forget or distract myself from the subject of distress. mothballs are horses of a color scheme out of this world.

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[toofastxforlove]

oh my. i the smell of mothballs has forever reminded me of christmas. it always made me happy to smell them.. because i never knew what i was actually smelling. i was sitting in history class one day and i turned around to this girl and said "ohh you smell like christmas!" she replied "no, dat mothballs you be smellin." So my dreams were torn to shambles that frightful day... now when i smell it, its not so happy anymore.

[slickmctuff]

dude, that's the nicest mothball story i've ever heard, even though it has a kind of dispointing ending. i still like it; because it sorta does smell like christmas. i spose it used to be okay like that, but times have changed and mothballs=death. xoxo

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[toofastxforlove]

oh most def.