January 2012
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This is a story about decadent youth.
They said the walk to class was brief, just past the castle and across the bridge. You could take a tram but it wasn’t quite worth the price and you’d miss out on all the sights. So I took a stroll, in my poorly dressed winter wear. I can still feel the crisp air on my face, and the calm of the cobblestone. The only sounds were the chatter of the students and click click click of the trams...
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How to be the Boss Bitch of 2012 →
heynicoleleigh:
molls:
By Caragh Poh, my favorite female on the Internet.
(I play favorites)
This.
Wisest words of wisdom ladies.
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December 2011
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November 2011
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Like Crazy
I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it. But I didn’t, not really.
The pink slippered, all containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize that it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was rather a luxurious idea because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know
about the in between bits...
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October 2011
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September 2011
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