you know i was confused as to whether this was real or not. ti seemed so...perfectly staged.

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The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience.

Staged.

is yo wig squeezin yo brain too tight heifer?

i cant even wait to see what the hell that's all about. hopefully keeeey-im will be wearing something which will allow her implants to breathe, as usual.

i also would like to see sheree kick lisa in her fucking throat. while they both are some no-taste-having bitches, lisa is by far the prime example of new money gone wrong.

or i'd settle for "who gon' check me, boo?"

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