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you can rely on me honey

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internet, i can't tell you anything.

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my hair is greasy and my ribcage hurts.

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i'm going to have to post a bazillion times to keep up with everything.

i think i'm too shy to write a blog. or i have too many secrets. or i want to pretend i have too many secrets. or something.

i want to run really fast through the streets of a foreign city in winter when the air is so cold you can't breathe or feel your hands anymore. but it's alright.

letting up despite great faults - release