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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
styofa doing anything
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#extradirty

Product Placement
Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
Game of Thrones Daily
d e v o n
todays bird

roma★
i don't do bad sauce passes

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taylor price

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trying on a metaphor

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Magical
Theres always been something adorable about a beautiful girl holding a nerf gun!
New Blog: I Use To Smile With Teeth
Feel free to check out my new blog, I Use To Smile With Teeth
https://usetosmilewithteeth.wordpress.com/
Princesses Tend To Not Have Bellies
I don’t remember a time I wasn’t fat. Like being bisexual or African American, being pudginess feels as part of me as the hair growing on my arm. The first day I realized this, I was five years old, and searching for the perfect Halloween Costume. Disney Princesses ruled my life. The white shelves in my bedroom were filled with VHS movies where Allen Menken’s composing reigned supreme. I didn’t care whether I got to be Belle, Cinderella or Snow White. I just knew I wanted to be in sequins and a tiara.
I would get neither.
I would get neither because non of these costumes fit me. At a whopping ninety pounds, non of the zippers would go up my back and neither of my two fat arms would fit through the tiny cap sleeves. In fact, I didn’t merely have a chin, as much as I had multiple chins, descending in size, much like a collection of Matryoka dolls.
New Blog: I Use To Smile With Teeth
Feel free to check out my new blog, I Use To Smile With Teeth
https://usetosmilewithteeth.wordpress.com/
He Doesn’t Buy Flowers
The lover doesn’t buy flowers
His roses bloomed
in the rouge of her cheeks
as his vine
and stems wrapped around her neck.
Seijun Suzuki!
Currently in the process of beginning a sister blog, where I’ll be showcasing my short stories. This photo by Richard Kern hints to one of the multiple themes I’ll be covering.
Antigua is beautiful. Antigua is too beautiful. Sometimes the beauty of it seems unreal. Sometimes the beauty of it seems as if it were stage sets for a play, for no real sunset could look like that; no real seawater could strike that many shades of blue at one...
Jamaica Kincaid’s A Small Place
I remember waiting for this film to come in the mail as a twelve year old girl, back when Netflix was a relatively new concept. When I watched Welcome To The Dollhouse, I was morbidly obese, gap toothed, frizzy haired and more importantly, the one thing that you don’t want to be in middle school; Offbeat and timid. I found solace in the protagonist Dawn Weiner, knowing that I wasn’t wrong for feeling that the awkward years were one long tragic nightmare. And of course, my sense of humor wouldn’t be as dark and resilient without this film.
He Doesn’t Buy Flowers
The lover doesn’t buy flowers
His roses bloomed
in the rouge of her cheeks
as his vine
and stems wrapped around her neck.