My bed. My bed. My bed. I'm saving up. Feathers all up in this. And I know it's horrible but nico sometimes my sleep is worth it. I talk to my teenage self she yells and screams. I mean my bathroom is full of vintage adbusters. And here I am an adult dreaming of a feather bed. Probably one ill get from Macy's. remember your youth. Don't let go.
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