October 2010
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here is something
I have done very little this semester that can count as productive. I need a real home. Somewhere permanent, where my books don’t live in collapsable boxes and I can hang art on the walls. I need a real job that has a set schedule and I can take vacations without worrying whether things will all go wrong while I’m gone. I need a place I can bring guests without signing them in days in...
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“In bed, he ducked beneath the covers saying, “I’m going to go under here and see...”
– nightmare brunette: