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i've bitten my bottom lip almost in half. my eyes are watering and my ears are ringing, but i still don't feel it. jamie is screaming, so loud and hard and long that i wonder if he will choke on the blood, trick-trick-trickeling down his throat. i have no desire to stop him. the white noise is like a lullaby. the drugs have fried our brains, our ( Read more... ) -
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smoking alone on suburban streets just isn't the same. it's always colder somehow, like all of those eyes peeking out through veiled windows, shooting icy glares at 'that broody girl from 1620' can actually touch me. their dissaproval strangling tighter than any fingers ever could.
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me: "i didn't know you had a baby, do you ever pick him up and hold him?"
emily deschanel: "no, i'm not really into that. i'm more of a 'fend for yourself' parent."
me: "that's how i think i will be."
self, what are you trying to say with this dream?
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warning: incest, rpf, drug use.
jenny's got a bullet, and she's holding it beneath your nose like a dog biscuit.
you shoot a nervous little grin at ben, and he rubs your back encouragingly.
these people would never lead you wrong.
you grasp the tiny metal contraption nervously.
"to the left." she edges you on, and you nod, giving it a twist and inhaling sharply.
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i think my feet are literally going to fall off. i've been working a ton lately, and it's basically non stop from here on in. i have a little less than two hours left before going in for a nine hour shift. nine hours! that's the tail end of breakfast, all of lunch, and most of dinner. that's dealing with the post-old-people breakfast rush, and ( Read more... )
