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email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

from my comments to shadowfall:

i used to sit under the stars, too, wide-eyed at the impossibility of the universe. i know what you mean about sepia and leaves, and dancing in the rain -- remember that day we ran around as it poured, we jumped in piles of leaves? remember in the target center? remember lying on your bed listening to nutshell? i miss all that. i feel the need for depth and beauty, but i don't feel . . . as you said, connected to anyone in it. i try to awaken it in her, to recapture what we once had so naturally. i don't know. it just sucks, dude, that's how i feel. i want to go far away to college and wear clunky black boots and smoke weed and meet beautiful skinny pale boys with the blackest hair. i don't want time to keep passing as i'm sitting still. i don't know. why does it seem like the beautiful phases just have to happen naturally, that you can't really create them or search them out, no matter how hard you try? but i do try, i have to try. i will rage and scream inside, i will mark myself with curved lines and breathe in something deeper than all of this.

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