he's like blackadder and you're like rosewood, and part of me wonders why i just can't settle for a good clean modern type.
also, kenneth koch, you make me want to wear argyle sweaters, place a headband in my shoulder-length bob, carry a stack of books and sit on a bench full of sweet nothings knocking knees with you in the new york autumn.
20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.
Showing posts with label a man like mr. eaves. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.