and in the hole of your stomach, where you wouldn't let me blossom our love alive, there grew a moon –
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pressed flowers; powdered sunsets –
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Posted at 5:23 AM by Min
Wednesday, December 19, 2012

You know, I used to be someone who strived to do my best in school – now I can't even care less. Not that my grades are showing it, but even good grades don't give me happiness anymore.

Also, I never knew soup + salad could render someone so guilty.

And on another note, fake stick-on acrylic french manicure nails are so TACKY OH MY GOD WHY WOULD YOU EVER please go die in a hole.

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