the flesh of her lips taste like the water on a flower petal. fre sh, deli cat and em pt y. her hair reminds me of thick black yarn, that if i could, i would make a warm scarf out of - to keep her veiny throat warm and protected from all the thirsty vampires who wanted a taste. she buried all my faerie fantasies with her when she drowned in the
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but thank you for your gracious comment, it's always appreciated.
i miss you - mwahx
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come out on friday:)
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i'm there - you think you guys can pick me up?
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i would completely buy ur book then knock on ur door for u to autograph it! ha ha
ur words inspire me.
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i wish they were good enough for books.
gracias.
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writing?
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i'll assume you mean carrer wise, and writing is what i hope.
i have no idea what to focus on though.
i want to do it all.
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my friends page always looks 100 x gorgeous
:)
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i've missed you online, where have you been hiding?
i've started our story!! email me your address and i'll be a sending.
we are going to be so fucking famous and wear prada and diamonds and drink pink champange - this is going to be BIG.
hahaha, okay i guess i shouldn't hope so high.
we are lucky if it gets printed in the school newspaper.
xx
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check ur mail, girlie
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but theyre sinking like stones.
i love you,
darlene.
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