tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770580070906411828.post6972490572191711654..comments2024-03-22T05:55:48.117-04:00Comments on The Pervocracy: Blood.Cliff Pervocracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02080142422250604406noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770580070906411828.post-60087818809391870162011-08-21T14:37:21.340-04:002011-08-21T14:37:21.340-04:00That's why I love hickeys. That's really t...That's why I love hickeys. That's really the only mark I'm ever left with. I can leave some good marks on him, though. He has the palest skin, so hickeys become raging bruised welts, and when I scratch him you can see the marks for a good long time afterward.Alannahttp://momentsofinfinity.tumblr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2770580070906411828.post-34138652590632147582011-08-03T23:26:47.151-04:002011-08-03T23:26:47.151-04:00I have been reading your blog for months now, back...I have been reading your blog for months now, back to front and then some. Just wanted to say.<br />And also, I love it.<br /><br />I also love souvenirs - to the point that I'm sctually disappointed if I don't have any marks the day after. I want them to stay around so I know everything was even more real than real :/<br />Also, I like it when I pick up my backpack or lean against a wall and there's the tiniest, most subtle bit of pain that reminds me of something awesome that I wasn't even thinking of at the moment. Souvenirs are like secret decoration or something*. (Insert obvious pun about Purple Hearts here.)<br /><br /><br />*I do NOT in any way mean to mock veterans o_OMG Dancerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02990587284907929321noreply@blogger.com