December 2011
90 posts
going to sleep for hours and days and weeks. new york city for new years. if i don’t see you before then, have a good one.
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Anonymous asked: buy some juicy couture
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The wind sounds different in the winter. It must be the lack of leaves on the branches of the trees, as the quaint rustling of April and August and October has been replaced by the hollow whistling of air rushing past wooden flesh of oak and elm. I don’t mind it. It’s just different.
My mom is currently on a plane to Michigan, the place she grew up. Her home. It might not be my home,...
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