there's a possibility...

place where awkward belongs.
terrified of telephones and swimming pools and knives, and drowning in the pools of other lives.
rely a bit to heavily on faith and irony.
in love with love, and lousy poetry.
pink, bunnies, font, lyrics, the smell of books, ground pepper, mannerisms, shoes, tapes, nude photography, games, muscle cars, anime, being clean, buttons, impulse...

joined tumblr…

Why??! i have no idea! it happens sooner or later doesn’t it. the 2 o’clock in the morning, so damn hot, no swimming pool, what to do, kinda moments. so i guess: “hi everybody out there!”



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