February 2012
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your...
Some things, dear, that i long for are few; just give me a sailboat in the moonlight and you
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MARY STONEWALL SHANNON
NEEDS TO GET FUCKING INTERWEB IN SOUTH AMERICA I HAS VERY VERY POTENTIAL EXCITING NEWS FUCKING GET TO CIVILIZATION
The more and more i think about it, the more and more i just wanna go through with headin to usf
“No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.”
– Voltaire (via lucifelle)
So. Fucking. Bored
