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Now despite all I said above, I may have to eat my words! Because I've found this on another board and it is really rather touching, I think:
I know this is a long shot, but I think I'm in love.
Downstairs in **** last night a beautiful drug fucked boy gatecrashed my friend's birthday. When I went to speak to him, my friend pulled - literally PULLED - me back and said: "Don't you dare speak to that drug fucked boy, haven't you got any self awareness?"
And when I turned around, he was gone.
Are YOU that drug fucked boy? Do you know that drug fucked boy? Where's my drug fucked boy?
He had (beautiful) brown hair, a grey hoodie and the most dashing dark circles round his eyes, surely planted by angels.
It's just so sweet, and so decadent. Bless. |
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