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[_vintique]

when there's no electricity at 2am.

one weak;
STUNDAYglass shards glittering the floor. girls fight so hard. passionate fighting, with every sliver of emotion packed into one breathtaking slap across the face. your skin is tattooed with a scarlet handprint and invisible scars of anger and jealousy. this is what you get for trusting, this is what

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[daunted]

all days of the wee(a)k sounds comprehensible. each day is sore,
but you describe them with divine words. i adore you sometimes
more than anything my dear. especially when you build walls of
words through hearts. <3

[_vintique]

i'm constantly wondering where all my tradgedy comes from.
people who have lost so much still find things to hold on to. i have lost nothing and secondguess every aspect of my life, question every person that walks into my life. i'm not this grey most days, i promise.

yr comments mean the world to me, beautiful.
someday i'll have to find a way to reciprocate somehow. love you. x

[daunted]

i feel like that too sometimes, like i'm just a dramaqueen
playing my role too serious, i put myself so far into the role
that it became real & now i can't help it. i'm tragic for no
reason, so i must be the perfect actress?

you said you were going away, i hope we can email or something still.
<3

[losangelean]

yes, that must make us the perfect actresses then.
you as the elegant one and me as the outsider with no personality and ofcourse we'd be perfect friends (a la violet&claire..).

i'll email you; hopefully i'll have computer access. x

[daunted]

oh, i'm certainly not elegant, i'm more of the outsider (but we
could sawp roles once in a while.) <3