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This Was Convention This is a test. No, not so much a test like, “check check, one, two, three,” but an experiment of sorts. Like the first potato clock or when teachers decided to demonstrate the use of condoms on bananas instead of the fully erect penises of hired male models. I am not explaining this properly. Worry is a troubled girl. The entirety of the Universe breathed a sigh of felicity when she was extracted from her mother’s womb, entering existence in a burst of blinding light and a gurgled scream, rice paper skin and dental floss hair. Not literally. That would be terrifying.This Was Convention by ~InShiningArmor
Her birth name wasn’t really Worry. She acquired it
someone, anyone. look:someone, anyone. by ~estallidos
i would like to be your best friend.
the thing is, i won't talk to you because i get scared of human contact and i will studiously ignore you in the elevator. if i see you coming i will cross the street to avoid having to smile into your honest eyes.
but for the holidays i will mail you a ruler, so you can draw straight lines and measure things.
see, i'm interested in putting order into people's lives, not fucking them over.
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once a soccer player gave me whooping cough and then got rejected from the college of his choice.
this is called karma. this is called divine intervention. this is called my life in one hund
The Yellowiest December She was atheist andThe Yellowiest December by ~Clippers0507
he was a painter who
believed in everything
and the world, the glories
it held, endless fountains of
knowledge to be obtained.
"It's an amazing situation,"
he mused, running his hands
through her red hair.
She believed in asbestos,
that it was her favorite
color and he believed that she
needed more things to believe in.
He ate cranberry sauce while she
read him poetry about cats and disciples
and classical compositions and the
relevance in it all. It
was all he could do to say, "Wow,"
staring at the sky, effusion of clouds
draining, pouring out before dispersing.
Her blue flower dress smelt of
c
Sta.sh
Hello there!
Thank you so
much for the
favourite!
x o x o
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And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
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