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You were, for me, a naked winter. You were a lump in the chest, a snake in the nest, hard sex without rest. You were the last sip of coffee, bitter and cold but drunk anyway. You were a broken wine glass picked up with bare hands, you were cold tiles on bare feet. You were a cigarette that wouldn’t light, you were a murder in the night. You were breathing six feet under layer upon layer of soil and earwigs and worms, you were suffocater and suffocating. You were a volcano to drown in and an ocean to burn in. You were you were you were, and I loved it all.

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443 Flemington Road party

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Me at our last party

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Hatchet, croissant, gas mask, rabbit

It was bright in the bedroom and she couldn’t sleep. Moonlight shone through the milk white drapes like sunlight through water, straight through her shut eyelids and into her head. Mr Bunny was scratching his little claws against his cage; the sound had been shrill and constant throughout the night. He must be uneasy in the new house. The croissant she’d hastily stuffed down earlier lay fermenting in her stomach as she tossed and turned, the sheets constricting around her body as she moved. She couldn’t stop thinking about that gas mask. She’d found it almost exactly 24 hours ago, on a night much like tonight but with a fuller moon. It was waxing now, she thought, pushing aside the blankets covering her naked form and crossing to the open window. She’d gone outside to look for the cat when she saw it, that gas mask, covered in filth and earthworms down the back of the yard, forgotten and hollow. Without knowing why, she hadn’t wanted to touch it. Instead, she used a stick to fling it deep into the bushes near the fence. Out of sight out of mind, she had thought. Mr Bunny continued to scratch against his cage; his tiny sharp claws loud in the silence of 2am. She often regretted naming him so unimaginatively, but imagination had never been her strong point. A gust of wind blew through her, cold on her clammy skin. She reached out to close the window, but as her hands grasped the cold metal latch she realised that the sound of Mr Bunny’s claws scraping against the cheap plastic ceased. It was then that the cool metal of the hatchet buried itself in her bare back, the gas mask resting on her shoulder like a lover caressing from behind. The room was silent and cool for the first time that night, and the window remained open.

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#ferris wheel melbourne city beautiful photographs mine colour mmm poo one direction

#ferris wheel melbourne city beautiful photographs mine colour mmm poo one directio

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#photographs mine pretty blue melbourne city

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Lately I've been feeling very strange. I have no interest in sex or in girls, I'm having no issues eating healthily and exercising and I've been trying hard at uni. I'm feeling very ambitious, but also void of creativity. I don't really know where to go from here.

if a girl finger ls herself and blood comes out does that mean she popped her cherry? does that mean she won't bleed when she has sex for the first time?

omg

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