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san francisco. 21. adventurer.
There were freckles on her nose, and a touch of gray mascara on her blond lashes. Skill again. Lipstick bubblegum pink and perfect on her poochy little mouth. And what a smile. Am I still breathing? […] Yet she was so young. Just a baby up close, if there’d been any doubt at a distance. I reached out and stroke her hair. Nothing illegal in that, is there? It was thick, yes, but it gave under my touch as if it were full of air. She actually had dimples. Two little dimples. Belinda" by Anne Rice (via thatsagoodlittlegirl)

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*drinks vodka* *gags* “ugh I hate vodka” *drinks vodka*

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