Oh My Stars

The SkyWind cut into her cheeks like a knife, drawing the rose red blood to the surface. Her cheeks were flaming as she stood, watching the girls gallivant across the pitch after a worn rugby ball. The sky had been sulking all day, on the verge of tears. Standing there she was hyper aware of everyone around her, and each tiny adjustment in her posture burned through her mind as an embarrassment. People told her she was beautiful, her parents friends, an older generation that was not caught up in the ephemeral beauty of ghastly girls whose willow branch ribs glared through glass skin. But, as someone whose ribs were snuggly tucked into her bodyThe Sky
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Premature Babies: You need to get a skeleton.
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Don't blame me.
I'm just here for the cookies.
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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TaRo 粋 Stylish
many thanks for the favin'
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Ogni persona è un abisso, vengono le vertigini a guardarci dentro!
Georg Buchner
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The Big Contest
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