February 2012
Leaving for the airport in the morning! I don’t know how available wifi will be on the ship, so here’s a bye-for-now!
See you all in a week!
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leaving to spend a few hours with my favorite geeks
but I’d really just rather be sleeping
unfreshing:
There’s literally no way to tell how many chameleons are in your house
parents: why did you-
me: because yolo
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Anonymous asked: If I was your boyfriend, I'd make sure you were treated right. You deserve it.
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if I were your boyfriend/girlfriend I would- →
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it’s tuesday!
send me questions/fmks/have you evers/tmis/ect
anything to keep me distracted from writing this dumb essay about myself
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eva- replied to your post: wow lots of new followers recently hey yous,…
no
who dis bitch
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wow lots of new followers recently
hey yous, introduce yourself?
When I’m feeling particularly badass I just listen to Watch the Throne/My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy really loudly until everyone in my house yells at me
now is one of those times
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I almost wish I was going to be home for Valentine’s Day.
Paris Je T’aime and New York, I Love You from bed, crying and feeling lame about my love life seem like a good catharsis.
Oh wait, I’ll be in St. Thomas. right.
severe case of overpacking
this is what I get for being productive and ahead of schedule
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if only all of my admirers weren’t mysterious grey faces
sigh
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Anonymous asked: You are so friggin' cute.
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Anonymous asked: He's cute, fun, and although we've been through so much, he is always there to cheer me up. With him, I've never been happier.
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snookidoughicecream:
surprise plot twist
david karp pops on stage holding a sign that says “uninstall missing e” and then leaves
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anonymously describe the person you like →
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pseudopoetic replied to your post: half naked pics or it didnt happen
not even like.. 1/16th of a nipple?
not even 1/16th of a nipple, Nick
anon wishes he/she/it were so lucky
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clavicola:
A star slit its throat on the moon tonight, bled over its white basin and watched the color drain from its skin.
My English teacher calls those who read poetry sensitive, so maybe it’s not my fault that the smallest things break me, not my fault that even my blood cells are cracking like glass. My words have become fractures as of late, splintered bones, dark skeletons of lost...
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