abt

; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Tuesday 4 January 2011

this is what i've been reduced to


that awkward moment where your gratuity reaches its peak when you have damp hair and are free loading off someone else and look like shit. sadly, that's you at your best.

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