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YOU CAN’T WAKE UP;                       THIS IS NOT A DREAM.

——— the nightmare didn’t begin with the outbreak. no, this was just a whole new chapter; a whole new reason why you nails are dirty and your hair’s a mess. there’s a backbone there, hiding somewhere beneath the hurricane, and of course it would take the goddamn apocalypse to pull it to the surface. 

LOW ON SELF-ESTEEM;                   SO YOU RUN ON GASOLINE.

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                                                         Congratulations,                                                                you are all                                                                  a l o n e.
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Taking a small break from tumblr to binge watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer from S1-S7 and catch my breath. Work’s been horribly hard on me these past two weeks and I’m wore the fuck out. I should be back around soon, ( if I can keep myself away that long, I’ll probably peek in every now and again ) so we’ll see how things go then!

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i think i’m going to make an aesthetic blog for Ana. it’s going to have heavily drug related/NSFW/triggering posts, so that’s a heads up. i’ll post the link when it’s up for anyone interested. it’s pretty much going to be a party aesthetic blog.

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he wants to frown at her —— the angst is practically tangible —— though he only manages a quick swish of the lips sideways, a sigh nestled next to the ring in his tongue. if ana isn’t having some kind of boy trouble he would think twice about it actually bein’ ana at all.                                 easy. one that ignores you is always worse than not                                      havin’ one at all. when you’re single, there’s no one                                      to sling bullshit your way when you sleep around. 
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Ana’s doubtful of his answer;; ( who was she without sex but a bored, rich brat??? ) one, two, three blinks. she’s considering her own question over his answer, twisting the fabric of her sweater over and over in her hand, staring off into space. it’s been too  long and the absence of attention is wearing on the blonde.

            Maybe, but at least you’d always have someone to crawl in bed with.              i’d take bullshit over loneliness any day.

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