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[squakakek]

Let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow; It solidifies into something else. Not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. No, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tongue that you realize this is anger in its

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[aqua_ashlee]

is that a new tattoo??? I LOVE it!!

how are things?

[squakakek]

new tattoo? ah, no. that's the starfish on the back of my neck.
i'm doing alright. when's the Ptown camping trip?

[aqua_ashlee]

actually because of work conflicts.. camping trip is not going down. maybe next summer :)

I had never seen that starfish lol. we def need to get together soon though :)