now all her advice, it seems useless

[thisisblackmail]

i've got this chill running through me. right through me. through every little piece of me. it's cold and metaphorical and cannot be cured by the warmth of a wrinkled electric blanket or a sweatshirt or two. don't ask why.

"when you leave, you leave nothing but broken hearts."

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[if_flowers_turn]

cheer up emo kid

[ibleedpink]

but i think that wrinkled electric blanket could cure anything.

[youremindmeof]

sorry, joe

[thisisblackmail]

it was directed to you, elyse. when you left my party, everyone killed themselves.