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As an attempt to only say things that matter, I won't be writing here anymore.

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11. Me + Norelle + Chelsea + Sheena + Carianne + Rochester + H&M = What is sure to be the most amazing all-girl shopping extravaganza in history. I am seriously looking forward to it soo much. I don't spend nearly enough time doing shamelessly girly things with other ladies ( Read more... )

1. I have so many secrets. It's silly. I wonder how I must seem to other people. Simple, probably ( Read more... )

There has been one constant for the last five years: There is nothing more enjoyable than turning up Taking Back Sunday as loud as possible and screaming along even louder. My sixteen year old self had the best taste in music. Ever.

She remembered home as only degrees of summer. Entire afternoons devoted to a single green apple, the swirling clouds in glass jars of water that always resolved themselves in purples with each dip of her brush. Ben, the teenage drag race casualty, with his slow suited way and sudden smile or Albert, the teenage drag race champion, always in a ( Read more... )

About three years ago, I saw Igby Goes Down and decided that I related to Igby more than I had ever related to a character in a movie. I re-watched the movie recently and didn't like it nearly as much as I had then and could not understand how I ever related to Igby in any way ( Read more... )

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If you want brownies, you should head down to 99. I just pulled the most amazing-smelling batch out of the oven and they're about to make their way down the street. And they're vegan!

I don't really think anymore. I've been reading through old journals I've kept and they were all so full. My mind was always buzzing and all I ever wanted was to turn it off. Now that it seems I have, I feel sort of empty ( Read more... )