I may be spiritually smacked in the face.


UGH.You know that feeling. Maybe you don't. But I surely do.UGH.
It's a cliche feeling. But if you think about it, all feelings are cliche. It's the butterflies in my stomach. The sinking of my throat into that butterfly filled stomach.
I can't stop thinking about him, can't give myself a chance to breathe any other sort of air that doesn't involve some whisp of him. His image is still carved solid into my eyes and it won't go away. I remember his smell, his every inch, his every curve and shape. The way he smirks instead of smiling. The way his hair falls just above his eyes.
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I'M-A FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!!!!!!!
"That's what they all say... then come the drugs!"
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I'M-A FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!!!!!!!
"That's what they all say... then come the drugs!"
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I'M-A FIRIN' MAH LAZOR!!!!!!!!
"That's what they all say... then come the drugs!"
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Currently looking for a character artist position.
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Are you wasting away in your skin
Are you missing the love of your kin
Drifting and floating and fading away
Porcelain- Porcelain by RedHotChiliPeppers
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