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Blow me. Her words were as toxic as her mind. Chemically imbalanced like a green sky, something was off. like her soul was a holographic flame being splashed across the universe. None of it made sense. And that is, exactly how she prefers you.
Peace signs, and vintage wants. This is what makes us girls, we all look for heaven and we put love first, something that’d we die for, it’s a curse.