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i’m just scared.
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running, running, running.
ever heard of the butterfly effect? i wonder ten years from now, if i will express regret about the butterflies i stepped on now, or if i will smile and praise myself for a job well-done?
butterfly, butterflies. you’re the little thing(s) that matter.
i don’t wanna leave you but i have no choice. i promise to fly back in winter and fly you over for your birthday.
nobody knows what the future holds for us. it could be all, or nothing. but no matter what, i love you.
(:
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today i was wikipedia-ing my beloved natalie portman and it astounded me again for the nth time how beautiful and intelligent she is. and i am reminded of my dream to adopt a palestine AND an israeli orphan and show people how everyone can co-exist happily, jew or muslim or chink, whichever, man. i am trying to download closer which is of course one of my favorite movies but the are no seeders how annoying how can anyone not seed such a wonderful movie irony irony irony irony irony is every word bleeding from its spine. seed seed seed damnit! okay i am off to read the 19th wife and off to miss my beloved boyfriend. and to ponder how shall i ask money from daddy………….
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god bless you, C.
with all my love.
Come
as you are
as you were
as I want you to be
as a friend
as a friend
as an old enemy
take your time
hurry up
the choice is your
don’t be late
take a rest
as a friend
as an old memoria
memoria
memoria
memoria
come
dowsed in mud
soaked in bleach
as I want you to be
as a trend
as a friend
as an old memoria
memoria
memoria
memoria
and I swear
that I don’t have a gun
no I don’t have a gun
no I don’t have a gun
memoria
memoria
memoria {don’t have a gun}
and I swear
that I don’t have a gun
no I don’t have a gun
no I don’t have a gun
no I don’t have a gun
memoria
memoria
my all-time favorite song. *strums air guitar*
i’ve sucked less than ten happy white sticks this year.
a year ago, i sucked at least twenty happy white sticks a day.
i think it’s safe to say i won’t suck a single happy white stick this year again, since i spent a tidy sum laserbrite-ing my teeth. 
and i think to be two kilograms lighter this year is not an unreasonable goal.
oh, wouldn’t you nosy pricks love to look at this year’s wishlist and list-of-goals scrawled untidily in my muji notebook.
imischmyCveryverymuch. i just want to lie on your chest and play with the scar. 
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i was thinking of making you a valentine’s day bento-lunch but i don’t know what to cook. so many recipes, so hard to make a decision.
i decided against baking cookies; too troublesome, and decided to tweak a muffin recipe online to suit your tastebuds.
think i might do a trial-run for my green tea muffins………… since i have nothing to do.
i think today will be the last time i’ll ever send you off to camp. it broke my heart to see you walk away reluctantly to your unhappy prison whilst i roam free yet unfreely outside without you.
what use is freedom if i don’t have you by my side holding my hand.
what use is freedom if i cannot kiss those lips.
freedom is but a seven-lettered word without you.
happy one month baby.
i love you more than you know, more than i can tell you, more than i express, more than i can ever show.
