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my father and the end of the world
My father wasn’t really that good with kids, (or maybe just little girls, I don’t know). He was always fibbing, making me believe every kind of nonsense he could think of. And that’s normal for dads, a lot of the things he convinced me of was just the normal stuff father’s tell you, like the time he told me he was a thousand years old. I didn’t ( Read more... ) -
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I spent this easter in Venice with my mother. It's been gorgeous, eating spinach pies at the edge of a canal, boat rides every day and even encountering rays of stray sunshine.(My deathly white completion having gained a tint of rose noticeable to the generous onlooker ( Read more... ) -
in the beginning
I feel almost human again after a couple of hours sleep at the Tom and Greg hostel (I'm Tooom Greeeg). On the last leg of my journey it was a fight to stay awake, and even though the Hostel was right next to the train station and I had good instructions it took me almost an hour to find. This place is fully booked for tomorrow so I guess I'll try ( Read more... ) -
first day skipping school
oh no, I've spoken too freely and told on myself again. the sweet indiscretion of indiscretion, why would one ever keep a secret? I want to do it again... this concerns short boys, I want one, wouldn't it look great if I had a man at my side half my size? I could be a disco dolly, lured to the life of vice etc. I could say "he might be just half a ( Read more... )
