DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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fourteen march
ten : thirty-one p.m.
well. that resolved a whole fucking lot, didn't it.
i'm not in the mood to think about going home and seeing him. i want to stay and listen to bright eyes in the printmaking lab, and have people walk in and comment and sing along and become my forever friends.
music : television
literature : catcher
fixation : packing