Bonjour. J'adore écrire.

These are my brand-less, imitator glasses. I loved them passionately, as passionately as you can love something that you let go a few days later. They're sitting on the bridge of a better nose. 5$

This is the reality of my body. This is not a bad thing. Not anymore. This is dress, who's make I wish I could remember. I found it on my hunt for a graduation dress. I also wish I would've gone back to get it. It fit my figure, it was a lovely navy blue and at 15$.

I’m working on my summer projects, even though the sweaty months aren’t here yet. You’d think they had arrived last weekend in my town though. The asphalt seared the bottoms of my naked feet as I chased my cat around. I remember as a child I would pretend that below me was a river of magma, and I had to run as fast as I could around the basketball courts of my elementary, so that my shoes would not melt off. Oh, how the years leave us.

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