February 2012
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The more followers I get, I the less messages I get in my inbox.
Makes sense…
tired. but the constant stream of thoughts does not let me fall asleep
“The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to...”
– 1984, George Orwell (via poo-goth)
I’ve never felt like more of a failure, than I did today.
