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lickystickypickyme: Now isn’t this my inconvenient...

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:01:26 -0500

lickystickypickyme:

Now isn’t this my inconvenient truth…

Story of my life ….

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Sun, 29 Nov 2009 20:54:30 -0500

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lickystickypickyme: capucha: (via ) Cuter than this doesn’t...

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 11:15:59 -0500

lickystickypickyme:

capucha:

(via )

Cuter than this doesn’t exist.

i am bringing this from beyond the grave.
I died.
This is precious.

bohemiantranscendentalist: Love this girl!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 11:13:19 -0500

bohemiantranscendentalist:

Love this girl!

The Last Words on Earth

Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:42:00 -0500

“I try to make a point of being seen. Sometimes when I’m out, I’ll buy a juice even though I’m not thirsty. If the store is crowded I’ll even go so far as dropping my change all over the floor, the nickels and dimes skidding in every direction. I’ll get down on my knees. It’s a big effort for me to get down on my knees, and an even bigger effort to get up. And yet. Maybe I look like a fool. I’ll go into the Athlete’s Foot and say, What do you have in sneakers? The clerk will look me over like the poor schmuck that I am and direct me over to the one pair of Rockports they carry, something in spanking white. Nah, I’ll say, I have those already, and then I’ll make my way over to the Reeboks and pick out something that doesn’t even resemble a shoe, a waterproof bootie, maybe, and ask for it in size 9. The kid will look again, more carefully. He’ll look at me long and hard. Size 9, I’ll repeat while I clutch the webbed shoe. He’ll shake his head and go to the back for them, and by the time he returns I’m peeling off my socks. I’ll roll my pants legs up and look down at those decrepit things, my feet, and an awkward minute will pass until it becomes clear that I’m waiting for him to slip the booties onto them. I never actually buy. All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.”

— The History of Love by Nicole Krause