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June 2011

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Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 201137 notes
I cannot sleep now.

Man, I just had a dream that I went on a school trip with all these girls to Russia or some shit. things were going good until they decided to kill all the Americans.. We were cooped up in a basement of a mall, just waiting to be killed. In my dream, I knew it was a dream, so I started walking out to get in my car. the security guard spoke english, was a girl, and tried to give me her Russian pass and a huge umbrella so I could get out… she told me it would only ensure a quicker death of a gun shot wound straight to the face… I watched this blonde girl get taken by her hair, they whipped her teeth out, she was screaming, bleeding to death…

finally there was a bus on its way to pick us up and take us away before we were all killed. not everyone could fit on the bus, so I was left behind to wait. as soon as they left, the bus exploded and everyone died. there were bloody people strewn about everywhere, but the security guards on our side guaranteed us it was all just a coincidence because people blow things up constantly. I found a cigar sized blunt in my purse, got stoned, and attempted to drive my car around until I met up with some people who lead me to a bus with a bunch of small children on it. 

when we got to the airport, I took a bath in the hallway… I was sitting in the bathtub, naked, and men were coming around with clipboards making sure I was American. they noticed a bunch of blood was dripping in my bathwater, so I looked up to see dead bodies in the ceiling. I was convinced they were all going to kill me. 
Soon after I woke up and cannot sleep.
The boy with the smile likes me. I have a test tomorrow. Fucking shit. klasjdfkljsa;lkdffsdkjf 

Jun 29, 2011

boysboysboys
withperfectsmiles 

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“So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow.” —
Jun 22, 2011
Jun 22, 2011512 notes

I don’t understand people. If you’re going to do synthetic heroin, you need to realize how easy it is to overdose. If you’re going to try and take me out on a date, you should probably not be doing synthetic heroine, and you should probably not call me while in a hospital bed asking for my sympathy. I’m not going to give it to you, I’m not going to pretend to feel sorry for you, and I’m definitely never going to go out with you. Stupid people literally never seize to amaze me. 

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