every day feels something like a holiday.
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- we've had daylights savings time already
- lardons
- some things are universal
- the food
- years ago
- drink now...this is the youngest we'll ever be tog...
- rack
- ow
- andrew
- katie
- amanda
- on living by the beach
- green is the color of...
- a visitor
- naps
- new york los angeles
- this american life
- one week
- this strange man just sat down next to me
- i follow the sun around my house
- houses by the beach like balconies
- millicent and etienne
- speaking of maps
- my kind of map
- like it's my job
- yesterday i saw a duck slip and almost fall into t...
- i am a 12 year old girl
- butter city after the quake
- i don't really need any more dishes
- "i'm in love with everyone and everything they've ...
- don't forget the flowers someday
- everybody's got a hungry heart
- i'm still not speaking to me
- i am so angry with myself
- ha ha
- this is how the colors change as i walk away from ...
- the gated community viewing platform
- mmmm...the truth is, i just like lying in bed anyt...
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1 comment:
I wish I was on holiday.
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