Can I trade in my girly tender feelings for some f*cking suspenders or a bendy straw or something utilitarian that could *help* me in my life every little once in a while!?
I fly under the radar. I have a quietness about me. I feel deeply and long for intensity. I make up silly songs. I think thoughts on things I wish to share with strangers. I sleep in layers of soft cotton. I draw. A lot. I am a member of the human experiment. I look for the edges of things
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Right. Who do I need to beat senseless?
And I think I've got some bendy straws I can send.
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