May 2013
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I need to know I can still make explosions.
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
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March 2013
5 posts
Boy with a broken soul
Heart with a gaping hole.
February 2013
28 posts
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16th February 2013
The wolf kept angling to do something Thursday night so I spent the best part of the day debating with myself whether the sex would truly be worth having to listen to him whine about the strange noise his washing machine has started making.
I ultimately couldn’t decide so lay on my floor and listened to metal instead.
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“It’s hard to be the better man
When you forget you’re trying...”
– Brand New - Handcuffs
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Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock.
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3rd February 2013
Two weeks in at this job and engaging in small talk with my team is kinda like pulling teeth. I’m a pretty awkward person anyway but it doesn’t help that the office is mostly populated by middle-aged women with names like ‘Linda’ and ‘Elaine’.
The male team leader talks to me like I’m ‘one of the lads’ and keeps saying we should go out for a...
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January 2013
85 posts
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“Every hour is a season
Every minute lasts a day
So I sit here picking stitches...”
– Young Guns - Stitches
kudaki asked: What do you do for a living?
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