Pungent odor of gasoline, bitter whiffs of citrus, earthy smells of dirt, plastic, rolled up onto a pair of hands, a huge mess of sensory screw-upers. Bright white sheets stained a greasy black, with blossoms of yellows, powdery brown. Mixed play-dough balls litter the dusty marble floors
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Aaaa thank you darlin', I attempted to make a lackluster cam-whore picture artistic. YAY FOR OVERLAYS RIGHT /no
and bb j'adore your icon too!
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I THOUGHT i recognized you is the "smile" icon you?? I swear it is.
ahaha it's not even mine I "borrowed" it (well lol no i wouldn't do that buuut credit where credit's due). thanks!!!
j'adore sa literature beaucoup aussi!! c'est tres tres belle.
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Aaaa unfortunately, that one is not me. It's a lovely smile, one I don't posses a doi hoi. It's actually a friend-acquaintance of sorts; of course, this is all hush hush, as he would kick my sorry little ass if he did find this icon. I WILL TELL YOU MORE OVER CHAT BUSINESS?
It looks so much like you! This icon has convinced me that you should get a red overcoat; you would look BADASS. EVEN MORE BADASS THEN YOU ALREADY ARE BADASS OVERLOAD OH GOD
D'aww, merci. YOUR PROSE TOO HONEY
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