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Essentials. [

January 16th, 2007 6:56 pm

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seatoast


Closet Gems...Collapse )
Speak Softly.

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January 13th, 2007 3:00 pm

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honeymouth

moondog.
Speak Softly.

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December 19th, 2006 2:59 pm

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honeymouth
Jessica Stam. "I was way early when I got there, so I just sat down on one of those leather couches right near the clock in the lobby and watched the girls. A lot of schools were home for vacation already, and there were about a million girls sitting and standing around waiting for their dates to show up. Girls with their legs crossed, girls with their legs not crossed, girls with terrific legs, girls with lousy legs, girls that looked like swell girls, girls that looked like they'd be bitches if you knew them. It was really nice sightseeing, if you know what I mean. In a way, it was sort of depressing, too, because you kept wondering what the hell would happen to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring— But I have to be careful about that. I mean about calling certain guys bores. I don't understand boring guys. I really don't."
-The Catcher In The Rye
Speak Softly.

Belles. Femmes. [

December 18th, 2006 7:00 pm

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honeymouth
"She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn't wolf the smoke down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know."

"All you had to do was touch her. And when she turned around, her pretty little butt twitched so nice and all. She knocked me out. I mean it. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."
-The Catcher In The Rye
Speak Softly.

White Christmas. [

December 9th, 2006 6:32 pm

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honeymouth
Flower garland for the tree...


To hold candy canes...


To be a lurker and take photos...


To hide in on chilly winter nights...


anthro&urbn
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