Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
I once knew this girl. She was so pretty and thin with freckled hands and chocolate hair. She didn't really ever go outside, except in the evening to drink tea and smoke cigarettes. She lived in this old cottage with windows you couldn't see through because they were covered with books. All these boys tried to kiss her, they bought her flowers and boxes of lemon myrtle to rub on her wrists. She loved it all, ever so much.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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