February 2012
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Anonymous asked: kiss me
My revolting carpet now sparkles from the aftermath of a glitter explosion.
Surprisingly or not surprisingly my brother is to blame for this.
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Petrichor
the smell of earth after rain
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“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via thenocturnals)
locker time = tea time.
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January 2012
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last night was fantastic and everyone was fabulous
