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Leaning against the -Sun-
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Location: on the other side
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haha great.
I love the guy doing the upside down backup lines heh.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look We are ever unapparent. What we are Cannot be transfused into word or book. Our soul from us is infinitely far. However much we give our thoughts the will To be our soul and gesture it abroad, Our hearts are incommunicable still. In what we show ourselves we are ignored. The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged By any skill of thought or trick of seeming. Unto our very selves we are abridged When we would utter to our thought our being. We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams, And each to each other dreams of others' dreams. Fernando Pessoa, 1918 |
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Good to the last drop.
Location: Oregon
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Yeah, I was wondering about Princess Buzzkill.
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We work alone
Location: Cake Town
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I loved the buzzkill. She thinks they're all idiots. I'd be one of the idiots. Look mad fun.
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She's Actual Size
Location: Central Republic of Where-in-the-Hell
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That. Was. FABULOUS.
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cubicletry, day, slow |
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