Stay in bed till midday. Listen to Brand New, start planning the rest of your life. Then, have a cup of tea.

And you. I have no sympathy left anymore. The world will do you no favours. You can can talk, you can dream, but never have the courage to try.

Dress up all pretty. Heels and mascara, smiles and tiaras, decide that this is all that matters right now. This is something to enjoy while it lasts, the bonds and intimacies and history. This is something to hold on to. Then wish it all to go away.

Noone can take away my self control.

voices at 12:51 p.m.

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