I love to talk to myself in mirrors and create simply perfect worlds of conversations and outcomes where I am truly strong, yet completely honest and there are no ghosts. (only kindred spirits) One day, I'll take this paper bag off my head and the light won't hurt my eyes, because right now I know that they are blue, even though In only see in black and white and grey (and hey, i won't lie, brown shows up every once in a while) But since you strayed from the yellow-brick road It's not my business to direct you back to the emerald life, you can go ahead and be devoured by flying monkeys for all i care and you can assume that this is just the vodka talking, but i am serious; I'm falling in love with a munchkin, you can laugh all you want, but anything beats a fucking tin man who cries when he steps on ants, but laughs when he steps on hearts. By the way, thanks for detouring that wicked witch who was out to get me: she seems to be pretty satisfied with you instead.Birth sign: Aquarius
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