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anne hathaway is sitting on the toilet looking through her legs at the water and thinking "why"

anne hathaway is drunk

anne hathaway is in an elevator with a stranger and all she can think about is grabbing the stranger's face and sticking her tongue in their mouth

anne hathaway is sitting cross-legged in the gravel on the roof of her apartment building and smoking funny cigarettes

anne hathaway is lying face down in the gutter and licking the muddy water

anne hathaway is in a hotel room staring blankly at the television screen and hoping to see her own face

anne hathaway is flipping through the phone book in a neighboring city and looking for "hathaway, a"

anne hathaway is dreaming that she is wearing moon shoes and jumping and punching babies in the clouds

anne hathaway is hungry for pasta

anne hathaway is smearing butter on her legs and admiring the shine

anne hathaway is cupping her face in her hands and tapping her eyelids

anne hathaway shrinks 87% and climbs into a croissant

anne hathaway bites her lip until she tastes blood

anne hathaway jumps out the window and feels the wind on her cheeks and fingertips

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there was string or floss or something between my teeth and when I pulled it out, one of my upper back molars came out with it. I was shocked and I held it in my hand and didn't know where to go or what to do. there wasn't much pain/ the root of the tooth was meaty and a bit bloody. 

I woke up in bed sleeping on my left side, facing a fucking huge ass lion's face. the lion was sleeping and breathing deeply. I felt calm at first, in a sleepy stupor, and then I realized there was a lion in my bed with his paw resting on me. I remembered that lions are scary and I got scared and tried to get away slowly without waking him up, but he did wake up and he sensed my fear and his claws dug into my arm. 

something about Jim Carrey. 

vibrant cock

vom vom

here is sixty dollars of black and tan

feel both redundant and vital to the overall success of the store

am one of the little people, but i massage the money

hate talking to people.

hate making eye contact with people

no longer give people the 'benefit of the doubt'

doubt many people are overall 'good people'

when i was on ritalin i would hold intense eye contact for uncomfortable periods of time

i did this once in a job interview and the interviewer commented on it, 

i hadn't noticed that i hadn't blinked in like five minutes

i want to cut off my hands and hurl them at the robot voice

i want to push over the machines and dump clothes on the floor and roll in the piles of clothes

i want to make a huge fucking mess and not give a shit because i will be the the one who is always right

i want to scream something and then leave

pay me in used monopoly money

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