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Meg, circa 2001-2015.

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Three Goblin Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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giornate così
Meg, circa 2001-2015.
"I have loved more deeply than a killer like yourself can possibly imagine." -Princess Buttercup
Fact.
this is the only party i want to go to.
Word on the Street
New mantra, after I get the motorcycle. ;)
TRUTH
A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic
for slow dancing on museum grounds at sunset.
The boy at the far end of the train car kept looking behind him as if he were afraid or expecting someone and then she appeared in the glass door of the forward car and he rose and opened the door and let her in and she entered the car carrying a large black case in the unmistakable shape of a cello. She looked like an angel with a high forehead and somber eyes and her hair was tied up behind her neck with a black bow. And because of all that, he seemed a little awkward in his happiness to see her, whereas she was simply there, perfectly existing as a creature with a soft face who played the cello. And the reason I am writing this on the back of a manila envelope now that they have left the train together is to tell you that when she turned to lift the large, delicate cello onto the overhead rack, I saw him looking up at her and what she was doing the way the eyes of saints are painted when they are looking up at God when he is doing something remarkable, something that identifies him as God. - Billy Collins
How to kill a zombie: 1) Aim for the head 2) Destroy the brain 3) Obliterate the body