.x. Quicksilver
All these people I’m using to entertain me are failing gloriously at it.
I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff. And I’m slipping in boredom, loneliness and a fuck tonne of rage. I feel like destroying things.
All these people I’m using to entertain me are failing gloriously at it.
I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff. And I’m slipping in boredom, loneliness and a fuck tonne of rage. I feel like destroying things.
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So what now?
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Take a deep and relax.
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yes that is a good way to describe it. your entries always hit close to home.
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destroy to create…think about it
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Just don’t get caught with the matches in your hand.
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Getting caught? I always enjoyed getting away with it, myself.
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Better hide that mischievous, little sparkle in your eye, no? Why are you smirking?
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Yeah, I love the smell of burnt matches, too.
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