"I am a tall cup of tea, filled to the brim, and with no lid. Standing still, I am settled perfectly, full to bursting, but not bursting. But, pick me up, and I spill a bit. Walk with me, and I spill all over myself, yourself, and the tea towels too…" - Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

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claire • sixteen • shitcago, il • take me to key west

i like the killers, grant gustin, full moons, writing poetry, tea & coffee, cheap cigarettes, amnesia: dark decent, kurt vonnegut, american horror story, and harpsichords.

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