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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Friday, September 16, 2011 || 9:39 AM
This morning I woke up to find myself trying to remember your laugh. When you laughed, your whole face lit up, you made the strangest sound and then it just burst out of you, closely followed my my own giggles. Your laughter was always contagious. You had the ability to brighten anyone's day, any time, anywhere. I always envied that about you. Now I only wish you were here to brighten my day. I can just see how you'd walk into the room, slap me up a couple times. I can almost hear you saying "what's wrong sasha malasha?" And I'd slap your hands away and say something like "your face" at which point you'd pretend to beat me up. Or you'd walk in and say something completely random and ridiculous like "what happened guy? Monkey got your sandwich?" I still don't know what that means. But I know that I miss you and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about how much I miss you. I hope I see you again one day, if for nothing else, just for the laughs <3 data-blogger-escaped-div="" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;">Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8Labels: friends and fam, personals |