we have to go back to Brussels.
on a bus.
not fucking happy.
xx
also, what on earth has happened to the nsw parliment????????????????
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sunday mornings in libraries. sunday afternoons in cafes. nights spent face down listening to white noise. swing dresses dried flowers and a pink sofa. ink stains and squids and messy hair. records on repeat. joan didion and middlemarch. words clutched so tightly they might as well be heartbeats. bad temperedness to boot. and a skirt worn like a flag
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honey you don't wanna know.
j.k
i should probably email you, right?
I'll do it when i'm procrastinatin.
why are you going BACK to brussels.
ily xx
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