And Yes I Said Yes I Will Yes.

I half wish to find a comfortable cave and live there for the whole of my existence but as that is an unlikely occurrence- I suppose I should join the rest of the human race and begin a blog. That doesn't mean I look down on any of you less. I am simply proving I can do it better. The Name is Olivia. I live the whole world wide. I like conspiracies, beautiful language, and things that give me leverage. Memento Mori: I'm ready for what's next.

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In Omnia Paratus   I'm Bland Looking. Like Rice.


I’ve heard said of death

Impatience and grey-lidded eyes. And I think, I think it feels like, it feels like walking home after dark: all wide open and cool-skinned, finally able to ignore the flowers and the license plates and stranger’s hangnails. Alone at an awkward angle and growing colder all the time- you never picked up your prescription, the rice water boiled over and the milk went sour. Your life let go of your hands and you fled because you’ve always been afraid of rejection.

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