January 2011
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And so we slept with the polite and peaceful...
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Vanilla Twilight
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.
Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you, I don’t feel so alone. I don’t feel so alone…
I’ll forget the world that I knew, but I swear I won’t forget you.
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What simple joy, to walk in the sun and to feel no...
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The Thin Associates
It was the coldest part of the year. It was the coldest part of the year and the thin associates were sitting in his car. She was curled up against the frosty glass, sulking, and he was staring out as the snow rose.
“You should get out and call a cab,” she suggested coldly.
“You should shut up,” he snapped. She turned back to the frosty window, her elegant breath making...
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But we are all ballet dancers and astronauts.
vanilla cigarettes: She rode elevators. She liked... →
lllaurennn:
She rode elevators. She liked the way it pressed on her stomach like heavy thumbtacks. It was the warrant for her weekends, finding exceptionally tall business buildings, doctors offices, stores. The physics of it was simple enough that she could erase the numbers from the isolated exponential…
Wow. Please just write a book already so I can buy it.
