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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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March
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- *032 - RG gym concert
- *031 - counterstrike
- I spent today’s break completely boyfriendless, be...
- *030 - Snails
- *029 - gym concert!
- *028 - costumes
- *027 - nightmare
- *026 - hear my cry
- *025 - kampong days
- *024 - ...
- *023 - monstrous calves (and everything else)
- *022 - transient
- *021 - 1 down, 3 to go
- *020 - purple rose #2
- *019 - fooood
- *018 - new pointe shoes!
- *017 - old currency
- *016 - blackout
- *015 - nightmare
- *014 - pulling out
- *013 - rugby tournament
- *012 - not colgate, but ...
- *011 - moral compass
- *010 - late designs
- *009 - lecture booboo
- *008 - parents in love
- *007 - revolving restaurant
- *006 - little bundles of joy
- A rather old picture I never posted – Chinese New ...
- I played taboo for the first time in my life today...
- *005 - do re mi ...
- *004 - talk to the hand
- *003 - NO MORE STUDYING CHINESE ...
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