worthless pretty homes
i like this picture, it makes me think of justine. she calls me Clemintine. cause my orange sweater, and how much i love the movie. (eternal sunshine) so i call her Tangerine.
i want to write.
but for one reason or another…. i dont feel like typing out my thoughts right now. not entirely anyway.
i want to do something wonderful, and extreme.
i want to paint the town red, whatever that means.
and i have the biggest desire to see these guys live:
and and and
i think i’ll go take a walk in the rain. alone. and just sit somewhere on that trail by that road. and disappear under those old train tracks.
but i just may end up doing what im dong. sitting in my uncleaned room, flailing around to finntroll.
no, i think i will take all the crap out of my suitcase, and pack. buy a bottle of red wine and grab the train first thing in the morning.
meet my suitcase>>>> i have yet to name it.
now that sounds like a plan.
love.love
Hello, Suitcase! *shakes handle*
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god, that red wine & suitcase sound good together. can i get in on it?
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your suitcase reminds me of white oleander. more the book than the movie, though, because it’s not really a display.
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I like that first picture a lot. she looks wise, and alien.
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