four memories you won't forget.
one. the guy who washes his hair with redvines.
two. figuring out that my dad was santa.
three. the lady that i yelled gibberish at, she replied 'hey'
four. discovering cursive writing.
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- love's the answer, blame it.
- strangers.
- misprinted type.
- the suburbs.
- wired-islands.
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- deep breath.
- we could ride the surf together while our love wou...
- she smelt of daisies, she smelt of daisies.
- our hearts beat.
- song for...
- SO GROSS. i had to post it.
- can't wait.
- sigh. we're singing the same song.
- beauty.
- all the love i ever knew kaleidoscopes around you.
- after the curtain.
- bluebird.
- the good life never ends.
- such a good day.
- it's worthless crying for.
- sun gangs.
- the leavers dance.
- we tried.
- i don't know why i am so upset about this. why do ...
- yes. emma watson. short hair. good.
- day ten.
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- julian pacaud illustration
- CUTE!
- day eight.
- the horse.
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- like i do.
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- wild horses.
- they didn't play this song...
- TONIGHT
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- green eyes, i'd run away with you.
- i'm in love, i'm in love and don't care who knows ...
- king of the beach.
- disposable.
- day two.
- i killed my mother.
- "what if i died today?" "i'd die tomorrow."
- see what i mean?
- day one.
- i'm going to do this. just because. Day 1: A Pictu...
- daydream.
- kate fraser.
- heart in your heartbreak.
- p.s i'm the proud owner of buddy holly and the cri...
- (hand drawn by the one ...
- oh hey brisbane.
- coca cola.
- ahhh. my last day as a seventeen year old. weird.
- nostalgia.
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