April 2012
“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”
– The Catcher In the Rye
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March 2012
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Asleep by The Smiths
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Lose ourselves to lose our minds
Will someone bring me a bottle of Nyquil and sleep with me tonight please I am dying here
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incestuouseuphoria:
I’m telling you I’d trade all the shivers that hit my toes and orgasms that left my lips in O’s for something that had some worth. Poison on your lips was deadly, but I think all the drugs helped it not affect me. I didn’t want your hands unless they managed to reach inside of me, to help me feel and see beyond me.
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