June 2011
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i have little doubt in my mind that you are magic. that you’re made of the same things that make the dew drops on grass on an early summer morn. the same things that helped gardenias to grow along a path in the woods to delight a passerby. the same things that turn the world yellow after an afternoon thunderstorm. the same things that soothe bodies in the night. the same things that make...
as much as i fawn and pine over them, i despise the beautifuls.
