FFS

Raw.end.of.stick.

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Insert

lame passive aggressive/self-affirming quote or lyrics here.

07.22.14 @ 18:44 | Permalink

I’m going to be direct and honest with you: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

07.19.14 @ 12:15 | Permalink

Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed, and when I’m writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

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miss-cherry-bomb:

same
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youdontunderstandandicantexplain:
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Coping/not coping

07.18.14 @ 07:37 | Permalink

The eye—it cannot choose but see;
We cannot bid the ear be still;
Our bodies feel, where’er they be,
Against or with our will.

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