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misunderstood. (a tiny story)
thedustdancestoo:
sure,
the wind was a troublemaker
making messes of dresses, hairdos, and trees.
but really,
he was just yelling earnestly
at the top of his voice:
“notice me, notice me, notice me please!”
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(A TINY STORY FOR HITRECORD.)
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thevagabondking:
Sometimes when you smile and i don’t smile back, it’s because i can’t believe that it’s me you’re smiling at
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juliatopaz: Auld Lang Syne on ukulele.
the dust dances too: inside on a december day... →
thedustdancestoo:
i remember summer like last week.
not the details really,
just the leftover feelings
hiding from the winter chill
inside pockets and seashells;
the little things that stick with you,
and when stumbled upon,
(after an absence)
make you smile.
like the sensation of sunlight on skin,
the…
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