when the golden sun hits the tips of the tree branches just so and,
shifting in the wind, they look like they're on fire. twinkling,
sparkling. ephemeral and gone as the dark clouds over.

yesterday, my bff irl gave me gabesaporta purple aa hoodie fr cmas!
also i got terri's card in the mail todayyyy, \o/

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he spends the entire day riding the L train ( Read more... )