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*awkward silence* how bout now?

not a chance. just look at these pants. they are my triumph embodied.

*danceparty* Dun judge me. It's hard on hind legs. D:

I will pass the cemetery gates, overgrown, humming with petals too old to hang on to their stems and memories too old to matter anymore; my knees rest in mud ...

RUN, YOU FOOLS!

WHHYYY?!

XXV under soft skin of lilies and quiet water tension, creeping into green veins, we lie with glassy eyes and exhale psalms and she uses her hands to tell me ...

and we will keep our singed flesh and sacrifices; dance through dusk and dawn.

Watched SPN with my mother all day. :) Pakistani food for dinner. Met France's tallest man.

DAY XXIV combustion in the ringing echoes of viscous spring, like magnolia mornings, heavy and white with frost and sun; we have a waxen ten years to disappear and we ...

but when your wings have frayed and grayed and you fall, I am still not a God.