om nom nom
i;m glad to sometimes still be a stupid child. shit like my chem and anne rice and all the other glorified underworlds of the intrawebs make my heart a little lighter in the monotony that is adulthood. 'sides with (almost) everyone i love to live with no less than 300 miles away...what the fuck else am i supposed to be doing? daniel, gay bar, rachel, amber, luis...everyone so far away. i had forgotten how comforting it is to pretend the devil is right next to you, keeping you company and telling you about his life, or how sadly amusing it is to imagine like you know celebrities sometimes
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p.s.
does that jersey come in mens?
does your face come in mens?
does you mom come in mens?
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p.s.
does that jersey come in mens?
does your face come in mens?
does you mom come in mens?