Rose trees never grow in New York City.

[prettyxthings]

"And I thought, this was what it was like to be beautiful. The tug of eyes, pulling you back from your flight to the target. I was in two places at once, not only in my thought, my aim, but my bare feet on the dusty yard, my legs growing stronger, my breasts in the new bra, my long tan arms, my hair flowing white in the hot wind. He was taking my

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[xfalltopieces]

Sounds like fun ^-^