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[you were the worst idea that i have had tonight.]
I have a strange desire for a polaroid camera and some skullcandy headphones. the second is all your fault, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shuraiya.
I turned on my phone and three requests to do something today, one after the other. popular?
I got my birthday present off my brother today. it's a random poppunk cd that I've had on my pc for a few months [and adore] but it was meant to come with stickers and there weren't any left. but I have a hand written note saying they'll send me one when they have some more in. ¦D
My memory is a strange thing. i can remember some things from when i was younger rather vividly. Like random events. but the things that matter, that's a different story.
A few years ago, a girl from my old school got in contact with me. or at least, her parents, I'm not sure. but long story short, she told me something. told me not to tell anyone. and as things go around, I guess they needed evidence or something. didn't remember any of it. didn't even remember her telling me not to tell anyone.
...I'm going to go eat toothpaste now.
[i've wished summer away waiting for these days, and now i'm just trying to hold onto them before they disappear. what mark have i left - on the world, on someone, on a small small part of something bigger, on myself? all i have to show are pointless ambitions and moments of happiness. won't you come lie in the grass with me? watch the sun set and count the stars? make an afternoon last forever.]
shuraiya.I turned on my phone and three requests to do something today, one after the other. popular?
I got my birthday present off my brother today. it's a random poppunk cd that I've had on my pc for a few months [and adore] but it was meant to come with stickers and there weren't any left. but I have a hand written note saying they'll send me one when they have some more in. ¦D
My memory is a strange thing. i can remember some things from when i was younger rather vividly. Like random events. but the things that matter, that's a different story.
A few years ago, a girl from my old school got in contact with me. or at least, her parents, I'm not sure. but long story short, she told me something. told me not to tell anyone. and as things go around, I guess they needed evidence or something. didn't remember any of it. didn't even remember her telling me not to tell anyone.
...I'm going to go eat toothpaste now.
[i've wished summer away waiting for these days, and now i'm just trying to hold onto them before they disappear. what mark have i left - on the world, on someone, on a small small part of something bigger, on myself? all i have to show are pointless ambitions and moments of happiness. won't you come lie in the grass with me? watch the sun set and count the stars? make an afternoon last forever.]