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ansory
 It is my birthday and tomorrow is my final math exam, I expect a gift from you unkown person, something that makes me feel less shitty. 
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 18 estúpidos años 
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No puedo explicar que tan mierda me siento. Quiero anestesiarme toda, quiero desaparecer.

fuckingdisease: yet you still ran up to me and spun me around when i said hi to you, i love you danny DANNY
 MUERE 
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acideyedrops: sheswalkingonwater: valiumandvolkswagens: psychedelic street art i see this guy in union square all the time!  bringing it to the people, i dig it.
supernovaqirl: Pizza and Pokemon with @kealiikuaaina :)