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Reasons I like my friends:

+ It's okay that we don't like each other's blood-filled endometriums.
+ They like getting socks for Christmas.
+ They let me know when my plans of attack are too...violent
+ They approve of my plans of attack
+ They sing songs with me and make me all sloppy and cry-y and emotional
+ They respect my bow, even if they don't like bows all that much themselves
+ They are not fat sluts (one-year anniversary of said account; do you remember?)
+ They don't get QUITE as thrilled as I do about my sparkly cookies, but they pretend to
+ They sing songs from Spamalot in ugly Camelot costumes
+ et cetera

Hannah: you buy him something confusing, funny...sticky...(maple syrup. I realise that sounded kind of dirty.)
Which is exactly what you have done.
And now you get to spend time with person.
And figure all these sticky situations out. (See what I did there?)

(I want to know what I look like, from someone else's eyes.)
HELLO, PAST LIFE:
Oh Juliet -when we made love you used to cry, 
used to swear like the stars above well you’d love me till the day that we died:


frozen eyelashes 
christmas books 

lullabies 
lucky pennies