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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. -Delirium2006-05-09 - 10:56 p.m. When do we stop imitating our best self, and become our best self? There's got to be a twitch along the line somewhere where it clicks. You two brothers, stop playing Judas with each other. You're making me feel like demanding hard evidence and conclusive facts. Otherwise, I'm just going to find a sweeter story and dose myself into dreams. Psht, Family. Honesty is harder to find than Truth, I think...although Truth is much more a work of variables and relativity. I think I just vowed to stop doing things I have to forever be silent about. In fact, I should probably be more silent about them. Vow.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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