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Coffee: Pike Place, Apartment Lounge Blend
I saw these pictures of pictures hanging up in a museum and thought about context. They were posted on my cousin’s Instagram. No filter.
I tried talking to the moon tonight but it wouldn’t let me. It was too busy waning. And I couldn’t blame it because that’s an important job.
I had to catch myself before falling head over heels again, this time with an old memory brought on by the way the sun felt and a certain sound coming off a Mario game.
I skipped my workout because I’m tired and now I’m tired because I skipped my workout. I need sleep, but I also need to know that when I’m flat on my face on the rough carpet, I can pick myself back up.
Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller
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If her fingers touched the photograph it was hers. If it was out of her reach then it belonged to the room.
Helen Oyeyemi, White is For Witching
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