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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. -Delirium2005-06-16 - 1:39 p.m. porcupine tree tonight I am in the eye of a red, red wind with blue voices. It gets this way, sometimes, you know? My Darling Hesitator is perplexed. He gathers these eyes and lips in his hands and they sting him so personally. I tell him not to take the bite to heart when he wades in the jellyfish seas of my emotions. Don't ask for the tentacles of my heart to retract at the vibration of your footstep. I am snake weaving dances and trying to give birth to something although I'm not sure if it's literal or just the death of a mistake. Veritas filia temporis.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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