My mom doesn't understand dip-dye. Or dip-bleach, for that matter.
You're the only person who thinks you're quite that ugly. Everyone else barely thinks about you at all.
I am terrified of getting older.
I was indignant. I prefer text to speech. I prefer for pictures to line up. I prefer you'd call when you said you would. I'd prefer you didn't not tell me. I'd prefer distance.
What do you think Scarlet Johansson eats? Whatever she eats is what I want to eat, too.
looking at pictures of people who aren't in love with me |
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