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Nov. 9th, 2032
Make sweet sweet word love to me,
Make the Love 𝄞 Paint the Picture 𝄞 Write the Song
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Music was my refuge. I could c r a w l into the space between the notes & curl my back to loneliness( . ) |
Dec. 21st, 2010
True Stories of Billie Weintraub:
I went home for a long weekend... and ended up in Burlington for the better part of 3 weeks. My family's got a way of exploding. Fucking horrible. I've got deadlines that keep falling to the wayside, and my liver's seriously hurting from spending too much time with my townie ass friends.
What the fuck.
I went home for a long weekend... and ended up in Burlington for the better part of 3 weeks. My family's got a way of exploding. Fucking horrible. I've got deadlines that keep falling to the wayside, and my liver's seriously hurting from spending too much time with my townie ass friends.
What the fuck.
Nov. 21st, 2010
I want marzapan cookies. Or pistachio ice cream. Or both. At the same time.
Who loves me enough to show up with those things?
Who loves me enough to show up with those things?