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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
5 comments:
OH MY GOD!
you're coming hoome!
NO WAY!
oh yeah, you need to get le Facebookle.
now.
sounds like you're having an awesome time. sooo jealous!
xx
What was that all about? See you sooner than we thought!
Mum
i miss you lady.
i wrote you an email, but i don't think you got it. i agree with your sister, btw.
the bandwagon is great ;)
oh. i bet you anything that new york hot dogs are way more awesome than icelandic hot dogs. hehe.
cya later osc.
gee.
xoxo
p.s. that is terrifying
comehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehomecomehome
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