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Your Lady Is a HarlotI've got a nuke with my name on itYour Lady Is a Harlot
I crossed the wrong motherfucker, and now I've caught it right in the ass.
sent me a poem to consecrate our vows (I love those old-fashioned romantic types) scribed out on toilet paper looks like a mountain range has two-hundred-and-ninety-one words (Essentially saying the same as seven: "I am an artist/haters fuck off" With just as much/little grace and poise) delivered like a blind m
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Stop Existing and LiveStop Existing and LiveStop Existing and Live
You're only young for a little while. Make it last as long as you can~ Life is not measured is seconds or minutes but in moments you remember, the love you share with others, and in the music of laughter between those that are closest to you~
Never forget the kindness in your heart or the happiness in watching the stars and moon. Remember the feeling of the grass between your toes and the wind as you rush into each and every pile of leafy vibrancy. Recall the feeling of every breath, of every heartbeat, of every smile that blessed your face. Don't lose sight of a quiet autumn aftern
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Please stop making me do prompts in speech and handwriting, it only gives me some brain cancer!
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Please stop making me do prompts in speech and handwriting, it only gives me some brain cancer!
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Please stop making me do prompts in speech and handwriting, it only gives me some brain cancer!
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I went to the other side to see if the grass really was greener. it was, so I burned it.
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I went to the other side to see if the grass really was greener. it was, so I burned it.
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nothing is ever as it seems
\"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality...\"
- Shirly Jackson, The Haunting of hill house
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