is the bestest. i worship it. i wonder if she even knows i listen on a regular basis. it gets me all excited about music. the tracks are chosen based on her music taste.

anyway, i bow down to you.

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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.

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I never want to dream, it infiltrates beauty

I saw that. Why did you edit? It wasn't like you said you wanted to sleep with her. Anyway, you should all be ashamed of yourselves for not gushing further. I want effacer to be my girlfriend.

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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.

Wait, Effacer has her own radio show? What am I missing? Would someone care to elaborate?

no, last.fm creates radio stations based on the music you play. so this radio station is simply based on her awesomeness. effortless. anyone with a profile pretty much has one. i should listen to mine one day. it'd be tragic if i hated it. hah.

anyway, this seemed like a better thread than some of the others. i have no desire to talk about courtney or mcr so im shit out of luck most days.

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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.