Seventeen forever , no troubles, no worries, living the life you wanted.
~ Thursday, May 31 ~
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When my septum stinks<

its gauges all over again


~ Tuesday, May 29 ~
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I want to memorize your freckles, count your scars, slide my nails down your spine, feel you from the inside out. I want to rest my head in the gap of your neck, press my finger webbings until they morph in to yours. Grip your hair, pull your hair, play with your hair. I want to steal your scent and bring it with me everywhere I go. I want you entirely, your body, your mind. I want you to think of me, all the time, I want to be the only one on your mind. I want to capture you. 


~ Monday, May 28 ~
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From Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar.

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From Hopscotch by Julio Cortázar.

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Anonymous asked: u have a nice rack

well thank you


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Anonymous asked: what's a Colin?

oh silllly. 


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Anonymous asked: when was the last time you heard something for the first time? ;)

hahhahahahaha, is this colin


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Anonymous asked: your body >>>>

hahaha what!? no one has ever said that to me


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