* ♥`•.¸¸.•´´•:*´nothing of interest¨`*:•.••.¸¸. ´´¯`•♡
06/05/2012
27 sick days
i spend all my time when i am sick wishing i was somehow something, someone, somewhere else, smaller and angular. i am a blob and i am destitute of substance and style.
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