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(Source: tastefullyoffensive)
i sit here wishing about things that don’t happen, things like pipe threading and billowing curtains and never having to be alone.
these things happen and i can’t deny to anyone what i am.
what i have been,
what i no doubt will be again.
i like to write. i haven’t done so in a while, and i hide these scrawlings from everybody because nobody deserves to read what i’ve written. i cover my tracks with band-aids and antibiotics, and even though things can’t be the same as they were, they still will be the same as they’ve always been.
i will always be a writer with paper skin.
(Source: puckermanfabray)
I hope that on April 1st Rick Santorum announces that his entire campaign was just a big joke and that everyone got fooled and we’ll all have a nice laugh about the whole thing and forget that he was ever seriously considered as a candidate.