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well that was it.

if i'm being honest i still don't know if i was making sense with this fic, but that was kind of the point really. you can only get so much from objective snapshots and all that.

ugh god i can't believe i'm the guy that puts subtext in my overly self-indulgent fics now. whatever. i don't know you. also thomas edison was a witch.

hope you liked it at least. making this was a nice distraction. thanks to my beta readers for putting up with my incomprehensible bullshit. i am kissing all of you on the mouth.

edit: i wrote this wayyy before greatest hits was announced and listening to it now and comparing it with this fic is uh kinda hitting.

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I'M MISS WORLD, SOMEBODY KILL ME

the author is a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl. she is an e. coli strain. she hates pickles. she is a war criminal. she also uses he. she overuses the word "epic". she is a Leopard 2A7 tank. she is not always a she. she goes boinkers yoinky. she is constantly haunted/blessed with the devil/angel number 666. she's catholic in a my chemical romance way. she is a girlboss. she is a glitter gif on a shitty broken website. she was forced to eat cement when she was 6. she is the next virgin mary and is never going to die.

here is the little playlist i made which is best listened in order and consists of songs that reference mirrors and reflections, songs about conflict, songs i think are fun, songs that slowly descend into madness, and a song that has the lyric "you're the breeze in my austin nights" (i think i'm a comedian)

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I'M MISS WORLD, SOMEBODY KILL ME

OK YEAH THAT'S IT HAVE SOME BARELY FUNCTIONING BLINGEES.

ALSO SIGN MY GUESTBOOK TO SING YOUR PRAISES OR CYBERBULLY ME.

YAY AWSTEN + TRAVIS (DEPICTED BELOW).