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[May. 18th, 2008|09:38 am] |
One of the most delicious things in life is too-strong coffee and a cigarette at seven in the morning.
The strangest things make me feel decadent and beautiful. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|02:58 am] |
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In the strangest, most inexplicable way - walking around Toronto alone on a day like today, where it was still cold, still winter, but there was a hint of spring in the air - makes me feel unspeakably beautiful. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2008|01:37 am] |
I am quick to share when my cup is full of happiness;
but I prefer to drink my sorrow alone. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2005|02:36 am] |
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I wonder if you know, how every second is a serial killer. |
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