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"Where Bleeding Hearts Shrivel and Swing to the Right"
About Me
- Ms. Poshlust
- "There is only this for consolation: an hour, here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined." - Virginia Wolfe
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- Love it.
- Global Warming Now Has It's Own Logo
- The Grocery Store.
- My Kicks..
- The Fall Of Formal Shorts
- I'm Not Him.. But..
- Yes, These Will Be My Easter Shoes
- 2:19am
- Spring Break Room
- Spring Break - Day Nine
- Ian at the Grocery Store...
- Thrifting.
- Spring Break - Day Eight
- The Most Played Song At New York Fashion Week
- Spring Break - Late Night Day Seven
- Night Owls
- Art o' The Day
- How To Build A Faster Airplane
- Pass a Little Tempo with Me
- Spring Break - Day Seven
- A Spring Break Playlist
- Spring Break - Day Six
- Spring Break - Day Five
- yeah.
- Spring Break - Day Four
- A Hundred Years of Trying
- Spring Break - Day Three
- Spring Break - Day Two
- Spring Break - Day One.
- And Vogue..
- Because If I Can't Be Showing My Breasts on South ...
- I think I'm not going to vomit.
- Your Exits Are Here.. Here...
- Valentines
- Thorny Roses Rule
- A little poem
- Picture of the Day
- Wing Night With the Girls
- Oh.
- New Things
- An Open Letter
- Acedemic Apathy Strikes Again
- Hopeful Hume
- For Your Pontification
- Coincedence? I think NOT.
- Lusticon #6 - An Ode to Fashion Week
- 'O' is Not a Flattering Letter
- Some Favorite Quotes as of Late...
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1 comment:
huh. my butt may be smaller, but I walk like a turned out duck.
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