Now Playing: Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine (this will be my last confession, I loved you and never felt like any blessing)
#594: Garfunkel and Oates
#595: A crazy post about a crazy first kiss
#596: Baby E!
#597: Getting sick of putting up with some people
#598: Weird comfort food. Don't judge me. You weirdos eat black pudding.
#599: Baseball metaphors...
#600: There's this turning point in growing up when you realize that your self esteem's not low enough to look at some people. Atta girl.
#601: Hit me. Get charged with assault.
#602: When I'm a bitch, I'm a manipulative backstabbing scheming calculative psycho. I don't troll. People who extract joy from winding people up and watching them unravel aren't cruel. They're just tools.
#603: The rush of creative juices. Lit essay :P
#604: Fainting when I get home and reviving myself with ice cream. Elementary, my dear Watson.
#605: Oil cleansing. Like attracts like, and then refuses to fuck off.
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