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I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
me whenever i think abt paper girls for more than 10 seconds after 1pm yesterday
my lack of ability to respond to instagram comments leaving my body when someone asks what show this is under my pg edit:
mac taking every opportunity where they are on the same level to give kj a kiss on the head
thought abt dylan at that diner waiting for mac to come back to the table