I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe. I think I am having my first full blown panic attack. And all this was prompted by a book discussion.
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i'm minorly obsessed with owls, grey, astrology, milk, left-handedness, oscar-bait, songs that end with long orchestral bits, avoiding all cancers, soap operas, flying, slang, thursdays, wet hair, philadelphia, "festa del cinema" instead of "festival del cinema", and always roman wild.
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