Parsley. Mountain Goats. Cold morning. Tired. Other things. Breakability. Performative. Sentence. Season.
I’d really like to know why I so rarely do the things that make me so happy I could cry.
Friday, 5 October 2012
I sing songs to myself.
Some words:
Parsley. Mountain Goats. Cold morning. Tired. Other things. Breakability. Performative. Sentence. Season.
I’d really like to know why I so rarely do the things that make me so happy I could cry.
Parsley. Mountain Goats. Cold morning. Tired. Other things. Breakability. Performative. Sentence. Season.
I’d really like to know why I so rarely do the things that make me so happy I could cry.
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