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the death with teeth.

she breathes in twenty-six badlands

orange peelings

girl, at that age where it's just too cool to not tell you what it actually is. scottish but not the kilt-wearing kind. professional haggis-hunter; stakes out for days at a time. spends most of her time watching pure awesomeness on the flickering pixel-screen. reads that stuff known as 'fanfiction' in copious amounts and has probably contracted an early heart-related disease due to excess intake of steak.

+ musically incompetent.
+ cats, coffee and potato scones.
+ simplicity is too complicated.

i think i'm about done.

"weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them."