Some days the present is too hard to write about. Maybe it’s just because I am still living in the past. Isolated incidents are recalled to the surface of my memory on days like these - by these, I mean days that are cold and dreary, where all I want is a rum and cider and a fireplace and a pair of arms to wrap around me. Today the wind blew my hat
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haha slave to society. =/
yay jamie's back, flaws&all.
♥&ryan adams session
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