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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. -Delirium2006-05-12 - 1:05 p.m. Jeremiah was a biblical boyfriend and musical good friend of mine. Until he knocked on my door looking like the first beautiful thing memory returns to. She wraps her hands in a stranglehold around his neck and thus he swings out and back in. Here is your bike sir, and your $700 coffee table from Italy. We are both water babies and my two weeks of elder wisdom waved you away with luck. That second stuck in silent staring was strange though, wasn't it? Maybe some other time, some other life. Book updates!
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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