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i love it when hyperlinks get launched into small pop up windows with no scroll bars.

this journal is just too ugly for my own good!

there is nothing like pouring hydrogen peroxide onto a wound and watching it bubble.

He was dreaming (though he didn’t know he was dreaming). He handed his credit card over to a lady behind the desk. She was in her mind forties, dressed entirely in blue. The scarf around her neck whipped up in her face as if blown by some sort of fan. She willingly relieved him of the little plastic card which was shaking in response to his ( Read more... )

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djs

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ojeee

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weinerschnitzel

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gandergaggler

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i'm sorry.

there i am sitting on the edge of my bed, the edge of the world for all i know. in my sleep, the sleep that wasn't sleep at all, i was zipping up that dress of her's. in one hazy second i twist my body around to glance in the mirror, trying to find my face. seventeen years old (that's seventeen years of stolen looks) and still can't understand a ( Read more... )

that note i gave her now lies crumpled on the floor in front of the passenger seat of my car. unread? oh well....

it's getting cold. i need someone to watch amelie with.

we should've gone to the drive-in with all the fog on the windows. we can pretend it was the drive-in.