The world outside fiction sure is dank and depressing. I think I'd die in a world without it. And if I didn't die, I'd kill myself. Not meaning to be morbid but fiction is the reason I am eager to live. Literally. It is my distraction and my cure.
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- Btw
- I just finished Ouran High School Host Club.
- Gagghaghghgahh (fangirl incoherence)
- I now know disillusionment
- "I love you / or I do not live / at all."
- I didn't ask you to tell me about you.
- writing-related rant
- There are people who talk a certain way--and then ...
- better get my characters tested
- Windows Live Writer
- the sexuality blogpost!
- questions
- orange and thoughts
- I choose this?
- try defying gravity~
- just a declaration
- year 2012 in art
- Since it's traditional to reflect on New Year
- Curiosity will never let me go
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