fabiola is santa
Once, on Christmas Eve, my mother handed me an ominous zebra striped gift bag. It came with a disclaimer. The disclaimer was ‘this one is from Santa.”
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal. Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’ ( Read more... )
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal. Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’ ( Read more... )
the end.
p.s. call me, let's chill, i heart you and let's spend nights like we did that one summer long ago when we ran from that truck at will's really fuckedddddddddddddddd up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let's make babies...
okay...
i less than three you...
okay...
i'm done...
the end.
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especially if you are leaving? are you?
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