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it's humid outside. sweat clings to my clothes. my throat closes up with gulps of sun. the children are running around with ice cream bars in each hand, fists slick with sickly sweet lashings of lassi. the smell is overwhelming when the dust settles around the concrete bench. the trees tower above me in a frightening way, like mean old men ( Read more... )

is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful... is she more beautiful than me ( Read more... )

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11:53 pm (November 22nd, the Night Before)

HIM: shit. shit shit shit. where are all my fiches (notes)? babe! where did you put them! i have to be able to memorize the entire wine making process before i sleep and i still have to shower! god damn it. FUCK. CAN YOU HELP ME LOOK? is l'officiel more important than forty percent of my grade???

HER: ( ( Read more... )

IT was a national holiday today. well as far as french women are concerned. TODAY was the opening of Stella McCartney's capsule collection for H&M. and who doesn't love stella? who doesn't love H&M? no one went to work or school. how do i know? because women from all over paris were either in the line behind me or in front of me at the large branch ( Read more... )

i just realized that i am a lot like john cusack's character in high fidelity. i've been sitting here for an hour and a half attempting to make the perfect playlists: metro, night, bedroom, drive. and it's driving me insane. i categorize everything in little lists for momentary filing and i end up trashing it all because it doesn't FLOW RIGHT. a ( Read more... )

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i don't know if you all are shakira fans... i know i've always been one, since she had the stringy red hair...

but this has got to be one of the BEST of the BEST... i can honestly say this is in my top three favorite songs of all time. and saying that is saying ALOT. it's called En Tus Pupilas... it is so beautiful. it breaks my heart into a ( Read more... )

you are so different from him. you still make me feel like i count. like my words are weighty and worthy of mountains in gold. you make my hands feel soft and feminine. my eyes, kohl lined and curious. confusing, sensual, whole. there are so many things about us that i take for granted. but we fit. thank you for this song. for making me feel real. ( Read more... )