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Melissa Marie Conn Beach. Nineties kid with a desperate Peter Pan complex. Winterpeg, Manisnowba. Métis. Optimist. J'aime: music. languages. writing. hockey. bass guitar. fluent english, conversational french. tootsie pops. poems. pittsburgh penguins. winnipeg jets. peace. Je n'aime pas: alarm clocks. hot days. small talk. compulsive lying. money. war . my hypochondria. // more
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(Source : foodphotosets, via melissa-hussey)
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about
‘cause we’ll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No’s on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
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good shift with my best friend
good talk on the phone with my boyfriend
good night hoots.
everything is perfect.
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