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je suis une gamine psychedelique,
hold my hand and let's drown together
i'm THAT kid. the one with the flaming red hair and that smirk on her face
della, sixteen, experimentalist extraordinaire
affectionately twisted :>
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hold my hand and let's drown together
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the punch drunk kid
della, sixteen, experimentalist extraordinaire
affectionately twisted :>
asdfjkl;jkl;qwertyuiopzxcvbnm,asdfjkl;
do you belong to a song?;
does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
it's high time that i should start feeling infinite again. stars will be as big and bright as i make them out to be and the moon will lose one of her daughters just for me to wish upon. it's maddening that i've been in such a rut these past few months. maybe my mind really is made up and maybe i shall be stubborn about this whole thing -- whatever the case is, i think i'm going to be happy. my soul is just so tired of this world that maybe i just want to burn and scream. if i do, maybe i'd be satisfied. what do you think? i need to find what brings me joy and go there. taft? katipunan? or here in espanya? this is sickeningly serious. help me decide. no, don't. i should decide for myself. this is my life and whether i sink or swim it should always stem from my perogative. life is making me such a fragile idiot. i need to escape. i think i'm going to catch up on mansfield park.
does it drag you along by the tongue at the top of your lungs?
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Sunday, November 23, 2008 ( 6:57 PM )
it's high time that i should start feeling infinite again. stars will be as big and bright as i make them out to be and the moon will lose one of her daughters just for me to wish upon. it's maddening that i've been in such a rut these past few months. maybe my mind really is made up and maybe i shall be stubborn about this whole thing -- whatever the case is, i think i'm going to be happy. my soul is just so tired of this world that maybe i just want to burn and scream. if i do, maybe i'd be satisfied. what do you think? i need to find what brings me joy and go there. taft? katipunan? or here in espanya? this is sickeningly serious. help me decide. no, don't. i should decide for myself. this is my life and whether i sink or swim it should always stem from my perogative. life is making me such a fragile idiot. i need to escape. i think i'm going to catch up on mansfield park.
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