yesterday I met a girl with blond curly hair and we talked for so long that I had a sore throat when I got back home.
I'm learning how to drive. beware.
someone in the neighborhood is listening to the Amélie soundtrack with the windows open wide. it's a warm sunny afternoon.
it is hard to capture the moment when I'm slipping from the serene delight at the simplicity of things – into the stinging sorrow and the sense of lack.
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