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esskay
Hey hey. I'm Sasha.
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.

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Truth is, I'm not innocent. I'm just an abstinent fireplace that doesn't wanna feel the fire kindled between her legs anymore so don't mind the ashes. They're just evidence of how brightly I can glow and I wanna glow hard like one dim star on an otherwise starless night that shines just to prove its fidelity.

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  emma
Saturday, June 9, 2012 || 1:31 AM
You ever meet someone and almost immediately, you find yourself thinking of that person as a sibling? And not the "oh my God, we're gonna be BFFAE (best friends forever and ever) because I love you soooooo freaking much even though I just met you" type of sibling. It's different but a good different. A more real different, if that makes any sense. It's kinda just me, feeling like there's so much I don't know about you and so much we don't have in common and still loving you just because you're my sister. And even though Emma's not my sister, not even a distant relative for that matter, I still think of her that way because even though it's true that there's a lot I don't know about her and a lot we don't have in common, it's also true that she worries about me like an older sister, that I regard her opinion very highly like a younger sister, and that she always looks out for my best interest, even the times that I don't.
So of all of my friends and all of the numerous things I could possibly thank them for, I'm at a loss of words when it comes to Emma. But that's just because there are no words to describe the little things she does and says that are so big in my world. And this is why I love her. Because she's my sister. So thank you.

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