//hello
SympathyI am eighteen years old.
It means something that instead of typing "eighteen" just now,
my first instinct was to type "righteen." Interesting.
I'm getting my baby out of his house.
He cannot fucking live there anymore.
Journal History
- Dec 16, 2009 sort of leaving deviantart.
- Dec 10, 2009 Devious Journal Entry
- Nov 30, 2009 I LOVE WHEN DA BANS FUCKERS
- Sep 28, 2009 ---
- Sep 8, 2009 story of my life at this point.
- Aug 12, 2009 i guess i need you, baby.
- Aug 2, 2009 //hello
- Jul 21, 2009 wusssssup.
- May 29, 2009 sticky green.
- May 3, 2009 fights/arts/castles/
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Devious Comments
keep creating
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Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain
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we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.
what's the matter with his house? that is if you do not mind me asking.
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no matter how much we drink we stay unbearably thirsty
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we kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves.
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no matter how much we drink we stay unbearably thirsty
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Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks, plus the one in my brain
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