keep ringing the quiet bell
- my silent fingers on your spine, our unmade bed.
- the muse’s “hysteria”, the turquoise door to our laundry porch.
- a glass filled with cherry pits and skeletons, your baby spider plants on every windowsill.
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you are amazing
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your all white room is kinda creepy. like, it reminds me of something you would see in an insane asylum or something. but its nice 🙂 and pretty
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hm.. those pictures are very well taken.I would love to use them in a website layout..Would you mind, i would give you credit.
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i drove on the highway for the first time today.
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come read my new entry. (((you didnt call me back. 🙁 )))
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