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It’s your journey!
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Oh man, I wonder if my mister will let me have a kitchen like this in our next place. Maybe if I was the one who did the cooking…
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I’m just so tired.
Harley Quinn Pin up. And old favorite of mine rising from the archives.
hot
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GPOYW
He took my picture here wearing this
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omg
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I have been doing laundry for something like four hours. Glamourous, no? Why has no one inventing self washing clothes?
As much as I thought I missed sunshine and this:
I’d rather keep the chilly weather that permits me to wear tights every day.
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“Does magic exist?” they ask with their glittered eyes
hair swishing down to slender waists
Petticoats and platforms
Feathers and lace and leathers and chain
They want me to confirm what they secretly know
Maybe prove it
so I write another story
light some fairy lights
give them cupcakes
and tell them they are beautiful
“In December I almost died”
She says
“But I graduated I composed more music I hung from a wire and danced in the air”
“Does magic exist?”
she asks
As if it is somewhere else
Some foreign place outside of us
Untouchable
And not just her standing here aglitter with youth and talent and the desire to love a lost soul
Who asks her with his eyes
Just before he leaves and breaks her heart
“Does magic exist?”
He knows the answer, the one she wants to believe in
But he can’t take the risk of knowing it is true.
“For the girls who come to me” by Francesca Lia Block.
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