All Hail the Cookie MonsterHe spends his afternoons in a sea of loneliness and a half- full bottle of Vodka.All Hail the Cookie Monster
His new favorite pastime is picking up sharp, jagged rocks and running them along his cheeks all the while whispering: “nothing good ever stays with me.” He names all of them after his past loved ones, and throws the ones he hates the most in first after he drowns them in puddles of Vodka and salty tears.
He throws in his first every time. Then he waits for it to sink before he tosses in hers.
He hides himself from the outside world; hides himself from the people he once held trust in. Cold fing
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Team Edward : Cause Werewolves don't Sparkle
"Let's Be Mimes."
I'm not the Girl your Mother warned you about, her Imagination was never this Good.
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Team Edward : Cause Werewolves don't Sparkle
"Let's Be Mimes."
I'm not the Girl your Mother warned you about, her Imagination was never this Good.
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Team Edward : Cause Werewolves don't Sparkle
"Let's Be Mimes."
I'm not the Girl your Mother warned you about, her Imagination was never this Good.
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Yeah I'd shake your hand, but it's taped to my ass...
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Yeah I'd shake your hand, but it's taped to my ass...
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Yeah I'd shake your hand, but it's taped to my ass...
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