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Outta booze and just about outta awakeness. Should probably crawl under the covers.
I have come to the conclusion that I need either a drinking buddy or a limited amount of booze when I drink. It is, sadly enough, the latter tonight. That said, floaty wheee~
I swear to god, It might just be the b33r, but I thin k I have yaoi hands?!
One does forget how pleasant it can be to be seven foor three inches left of ones brain,
spookyunicornsandbondage replied to your post: I kinda miss having people play with my hair
*Pulls your hair* YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH?!?!?!
Actually, yes. Yes I do.
The leather jacket, it's not just a piece of cloth. Well. Rather, it's not just a piece of meat. It's more than just a thing. It's a suit of armour, It's a ward, a shield. it's my coming of age, it's the bulwark I bear for myself. It's an abjuration I put between myself and the wind. Not the physical wind, but the piercing wind of self-doubt and cacophonous howl of 'YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH.' It's a howl of defiance. It's the small, quiet and desperate declaration saying that:
I. Am. Good. Enough.
I kinda miss having people play with my hair