the epitome of suicide ideation…i’m in the process of writing about mrs. woolf stuffing her pockets with rocks and walking calmly into a river….it’s called ‘The Pratfalls of the Avid Rock Collector’ and would really appreciate some feedback from likeminded ppl….holla @ me if u feel like helpin a ***** out
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Sure, if you want help from a weatherman let me know what you need.