| I wear PINK. |
| this. is. my. stuff. |


OrdinaryShe loved the ordinary of her world - chin music with neighbors at dawn over tea that tasted like May apples, steaming in blue willow cupsOrdinary
the fading keys of her mother's piano that spoke only to her and made songs she remembered from her birthdays
the wet of late June puddles pooling under the garden gate inviting her feet to take a chance and make friends of the rain
bright cotton sun-dresses of gingham and cabbage roses and men like ice-cream sodas in seersucker suits
reading old letters from lovers their
| this is other people's STUFF that is AWESOME. |
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"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
-Tyler Durden-
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"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
-Tyler Durden-
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You can't just say I love you, you have to live I love you.
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"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
-Tyler Durden-
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"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
-Tyler Durden-
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
-Tyler Durden-
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