∞ Νιсσℓε . Tαкεη . ♀ . 1 May 1998 . Kσrεαn . Tυмвlr addιcтed . Pυrple нaaιr && cσld fєєt 24/7 . Sleepιng wιтн Sιrenѕ ; Pιerce Tнe Veιl ; Neverѕнoυтnever ; Ed Sнeeran ; Marιna and тнe Dιaмondѕ ; Lana Del Rey ; eтc . Hмυ ιғ yoυ lιĸe ѕad and υgly gιrls ∞ ♡Hullo Whoree ; My name is Nicole . The times I open my mouth to speak, I'm usually making cat noises or complaining about things. My life is a piece of s**t but I never tell anyone except those I love. My voice slightly high-pitched, slightly low-pitched. On the contrary, my singing voice is high-pitched and soft. Most nights I skype with those I love, and wake up after noon. People yell at me a lot and bring be down. I hate it. I'm awfully lonely 99% of the time, although I'm friends with almost everyone. I read almost everything I find, and count a lot. I'm bad at memorizing names, but good at memorizing lyrics. I forget to eat a lot, but I don't mind that. My feet are always cold while my hands are always warm. Nobody ever really misses me, because I'm nothing to really miss. I like being right most of the time. I'm the most curious and stubborn girl you'll ever meet. I like doing things on my own, and refusing help from others. I want somebody to love me, truly and deeply and irreversibly love me so much that it hurts them, so I can help them heal. But I'm afraid nobody ever will. Because you could die for them every second you breathe, and they still wouldn't look at you twice. But maybe more than being loved, I want somebody to just know me. I hope you learned more about me, even if it makes you like me less♡
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tell me the story
about how the sun loved the moon so much
he died every night
to let her breathe.