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pigeon wings.
Life is hard. You’re thrown into this world, not knowing who you are or what you’re meant to be ( Read more... ) -
ain't it so weird, how it makes you a weapon?
I really should use this thing more. Alas, tumblr and blogspot have stolen me away. I really don't know what to write in here any more. And that makes me kinda sad. :( -
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HOLY SHIT.
I HAVE A LIVEJOURNAL.
OH HAI!! -
fuori dal mondo
I am going to write this while I still have battery in my laptop left because the charger cable is pretty much fucked. Well, no - it’s not yet. Would that mean it’s fucking? Hmm, now there’s a thought. I have forty minutes remaining - better make the most of the situation, aye ( Read more... ) -
fable.
I spent all day and night playing Fable II.
Ah, man.
I have no life. -
vocally stunted.
and it’s that time of night again ( Read more... ) -
handlebars, then I let go, let go for anyone.
it is a beautiful day ( Read more... ) -
I could teach you a thing or two;
It’s 3am, I must be lonely. And I don’t think that my heart can take much more ( Read more... ) -
next thing, we're touching.
oh, everybody’s starry eyed ( Read more... ) -
howl.
I am sitting on my bedroom floor. I’m not wearing jeans. My legs are stretched out before me, stiff at the thighs, limp at the feet. Corpse legs on the mortuary slap. My nail polish is chipped, dark violet - my favourite. There’s a small mark on the big toe of my right foot, just another scar. Thanks, Matt. The A-shaped vein on my foot, these are ( Read more... )