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[katieblueeyes]

remember the tick-tock summer of teenage blunders, of antique blouses and dramatic antihero romances, our thighs sticking to the backseats of beach-bound stationwagons? this is when grammar flew its flawed trajectory from pink glossy lips and landed on a swingset in the rich part of town where we found music hidden under the sand beneath our toes.

Comments

[alixxcobain]

yes.