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dying my hair tonight, this regrowth makes me feel constantly dirty. wish me luck for it to not turn green. eek.

don't even fancy you anymore, tool.

cuddles are so the best. not sure what either of us wants though. don't really mind too much.

i'm having an out of body experience, my mind floats a few centimetres above the top of my head, and i feel as though i'm typing from the other side of a dream. send me a postcard from your distant destination.

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