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Sort me?

'cos I know what I think I am. I'm interested.

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fahye's genius is legend.

Legend.

Bloody hell.

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:O!

Crowley calls him 'Himself'!

HEE!

(expect many updates throughout day. I is squee.)



"...oh don't look at me like that."

Oh my GOD.


'You'd help?' And 'don't tell your dad' and DON'T MESS WITH MAH GIRLS, BITCH! OMG so much love for Crowley. SO MUCH.



"You know, for an angel, you can be a real bastard sometimes."

♥


"I never do"

EVERY WEEK he lets him win! ♥ ♥ ♥

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Everything is really cloudy today, which I think is due to my cold, but my memory is working overtime. Not memory for places, people, not directly. It's memory of emotions, perfect recall and repeated experience, and it's almost as though I'm there again; I can remember the book I was looking at and how cold it was and the soft music that was playing behind the counter. Every emotion has a flavour, and every flavour is the slightest bit different so a word like 'happy' or 'sad' or 'nervous' doesn't even begin to cover it. Because those emotions I've felt a hundred times, but one pang of one particular emotion and I know exactly when I'm remembering.

Considering what it's bringing to mind, today's kind of an odd day. Kind of wistful, sad.

Really odd feeling.