chunks of flommus
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Holly Solem
motivated by sex / comforted by death
“I love death! And sex!” I blurt out accidentally, in the way I so often do when I say questionable shit. “I mean,
‘you seem like a heroin girl’
“Lemme guess …” he said, squinting, staring into me as if trying to solve a puzzle – or maybe more like a
panic attack! red carpet! berlin!
A true story about making shit up. She holds me down by the wrist, while the other one grips my ankles and
guitar center
I walked into Guitar Center, knowing exactly what I needed to buy. A mini, midi keyboard. I scoped it out and took it