December 2011
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noeud-papillon-:
A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
You’re sad because you’re sad.
It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings….
Person in real life: I love you.
Me: k
Celebrity: I love my fans.
Me: I am a fan OMG I am a fucking fan he just said he loves me lemme have your babies and lemme shelter you in my home and make you pie and let you lick the spoon just come to my life and be with me because *sigh* you're everything I need.
