March 2012
spit on the cross: strepsis: I stared into the... →
strepsis:
I stared into the killer’s eyes. It was amazing to finally be one-on-one with him, talking over a plate of baby back ribs at Chili’s while Big Time Rush played softly in the background, near the men’s bathroom. From what I gathered from his Facebook profile, he seemed like a very…
It’s interesting how we all may blog or address every little thing going on in our lives like people actually, may really care
February 2012
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I am so fucking grateful that I can tell my mom everything. Like literally, I talk to her about anything and everything and its great to know that I don’t ever have to hide anything from her. She doesn’t judge me, she acts like a friend but of course more of a mother and i’m just so lucky to be so close to her and speak about whatever is on my mind and not be afraid to tell her...
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There are so many sick fucking people in this world. To hear stories about fathers raping and physically abusing their daughters and forcing them to have their babies is disgusting. Its amazing how I still wanna work as a criminal psychologist
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I fucking hate it when most black woman who are thick say that white woman don’t eat. Like shut up. Everyone’s shape is different; some are born naturally skinny and some aren’t. Shit man, I get so annoyed
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