These days the only people who seem to have anything interesting to say are either fictional or dead.
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Moths to the flame.
Blasting White Lies at 1 in the morning, and singing along like a madman. Unfortunately I’m blasting it out of my headphones, so the only sound coming out of my room is the horrible wailing I’m emitting. Good thing I’ve got my window open so everyone in the immediate vicinity can hear me.
February 16th, 2011 + 1 note