Sewer line touches the edge of the suburbs

Back to the beach where a family is waiting,
On rumours of summer lay out a blanket,
Bring something to feed the birds.
With all the luck you've had, why are your songs so sad?
Sing from a book you were reading in bed,
And took to heart,
All of your lives on lend, reading in bed.
~ Friday, February 24 ~
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“ baby, fuck you. the things you did and never thought i’d get a clue. yeah, you wanted me to be that faithful to you… not let nobody’s body touch my body in positions that we only knew. now i’m gonna give him what he wants and more. do all those explicit things that i told you “no”…
— britney spears in her demo masterpiece, “dramatic” (via sexidance)
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