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This is my blogchalk: United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium2007-07-02 - 12:04 p.m. It seems light years since Diana crawled through my window and pulled the moon from my eyes. She always names her presence with laughing whispers. She and Charles B. tear love poetry into confetti and repaste the sentiments into madlibs. He says to be patient, dancing wolves are always torn between freedom and partnership and sometimes laughing into the sun, tongue out, is the best solution. In my head there is a room where I break promises daily just to get it out of my system.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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