20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
if my life were a postsecret no. 2
started packing tonight, even though i don't leave for a month. for some reason gaining things doesn't register as profoundly as discarding them. the former accrues gradually, while the latter tends to happen all at once. and then you realize how fucking ratty and unacceptable for resale all of your clothes are.
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