September 2011
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so that was acid
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I just want to melt in my bed and be without responsibilities.
Beirut first row wsup
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“Do you ever sit on a bus, or walk through the street and just… watch? I do. I...”
– Thoughts (via creatingaquietmind)
My dog is a bad influence on me. Every time he lays on my lap or something and falls asleep, I fall asleep too.
No one’s home. I’m sitting in the dining room eating Cuban food alone.
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productivity
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Dear You: September 5, 2011 →
writeletterstoyou:
Dear You,
Today, we wondered and wandered up hills and down steps to places we had never set out to meet. Through castles and gates, in fog and ponds.
It was cool today, the air brisk and smooth in our lungs. It was easy, in this soft breeze, to breath in scent, to feel your aura slipping into my body. It reached my fingertips, my toes. A little bit of you was...
My photo teacher showed the class Bill Cunningham New York. I’ve always wanted to watch it. It’s so good.
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There’s that feeling of writing something down with a pen on paper that beats typing any day.
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“You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a very long time that actually did look like...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via caryrandolph)
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Dear You: September 13, 2011 →
writeletterstoyou:
Dear You,
I had a dream that you and I were in a forest. Colours were soft on our bodies and sight, while nature tickled our tongues with fog and cool ribbons of wind that wrapped around our fingers and warped our sense of reality. The sun peeked through trees rushing towards us, trying to bend our existence so that we were the ones born motionless.
There was a faint...
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the clouds are so prominent in the sky right now. they’re beautiful.
