April 2012
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February 2012
48 posts
“never stop becoming”
The reason I wish I had my own place. I wish I had my own house so I could have my own garden. And when it rained I would sit in my garden, naked. I’d lay on the grass, eat 2 minute noodles out of the packet, smoke cigarettes and listen to Harry Potter or just the sound of the birds, both as soothing as the other.
And then my house mate would come home and be kind of embarrassed and...
January 2012
1 post
