eighty degrees. goodness. i haven't been in this type of weather since like, well, since i left this place. maybe this why i haven't come back. either that or the fakeness i see swarming around like the fire ants that are attacking the remains of someone's bagel lying beneath my table. skinny butts don't match big boobs. im sorry. but they just don't.
i am apprehensive. i stick out like a sore thumb. my mom would be to differ, but i think its pretty obvious. i think it will be good for me, though. maybe.
i hope. ha.
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learning to slow. learning to breathe. learning to love. learning to leave.
Intense love does not measure. It just gives
- Mother Theresa.
- Mother Theresa.
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