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christian weber
i. you and i are not the same because you think in art and i, in geometry
ii. winter brings to me pandora and achilles (i-will-be-immortal)
iii. my heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. i feel like i have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break. (witch baby)
iv. when i was little, i believed i was the savior of lost dolls, but today, i am looking for someone to save me.
v. these days i have been a very quiet kind of drowning, a very drowned kind of stifled.
vi. today was the color of the avian flu and forgotten saint augustine, the color of the end.
vii. there are two kinds of brave; there is dueling and my-secret-agent-lover-man-is-a-prince-in-disguise, and then there this other kind of bravery - the people who die for lost causes and sing off-key. i hope i am the second kind.
viii. i am in love with this scandinavian boy named josé gonzález.
ix. i wonder what word i would be, tangled, maybe; i am not as small as you think.
terrible angels ♬♪ cocorosie