Tumblr will be away for Lent. Forty days. Technically, forty-one if I start today. It was either this or Nutella. Honestly, I will lose track.
I hope you reach some sort of ephiphany. In all good will.
Of course, there is a reason.
February 2010
Pistachio. Three. Bianca. Lorena. Conversation. Conspiracies. Probe. Empty. Rant. Drifting. Reasons. Rationality. Drip-drip-drip. Understandable. Irony. Awkward. Misunderstood? Ego. S p a c i n g. Bicycles. “Courting.” Decided.
Listen
“Fourth Time Around” Bob Dylan
I dream of textile, and strangely… M. Ward? I sleep, eat, and bake my feelings. I hope for net-gain, or neutral.
I don’t know how I let myself digress completely in virtually a week.
I lied, accepting your regression is not the way to go.
I could not handle it. When I do not know it weighs less on my conscious?
Play
Hellhole Ratrace
Girls
“Hellhole Ratrace” Girls
This song is too perfect right now.
“Kiss you.”
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Nectarine
Twin Sister
“Nectarine” Twin Sister
Little knives with every word.