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The sugar clings to my fingers, melts into my skin, sticks to the parts of my thoughts I don’t want to touch.
It only lasted a month more before breaking down completely and bursting into flames on the 405.
Worst freeway ever
She’s angry and lonely and looking for something she can’t quite name, and I think, God, that’s me, isn’t it?
My reflection feels like a stranger who keeps asking for things I can’t give.
“You don’t love me,” I say, my voice flat, biting. “You love having something to hang yourself on.”
His platinum spiked hair is messy
Justin timberlakd vibes
