November 2011
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My name is Roxane and my dad chose that name because of the song “Roxanne” by The Police. There is only one “n” because my last name is already long enough.
It’s funny how sometimes feelings just punch you in the face randomly, making you get all emotional for nothing.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via elige)
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promiseoflight asked: ''Fais que tu vas marier une femme qui s'appelle Alice pis vous allez appeler vos enfants Alice, pis ton chat Alice. Parce que j'pense que t'aime ce nom là...''
I hate boys I hate boys I hate boys I hate boys asdhfbsdalkhdfb
I hate boys.
Usually when something goes wrong I’m all like : “Well. It doesn’t really matter, I didn’t care anyway.” But now I care about stuff. And now when I make a mistake it matters.
