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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. -Delirium2006-05-16 - 12:01 p.m. I thought I knew beauty until I met you. You are gorgeous. If I were Michaelangelo you would be my David. I can think of a thousand ways the sun could light your face in my morning eyes. I want to have a million conversations over coffee with you and find out all the ways your lips move against my words. I want to finger your flaws and spill milk at your feet and cry at all the wrong commercials and still have you love me. I have not been this struck since I was 13. What a beautiful tragedy.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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