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dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
I like people, they're strange. We'll all meet thousands, and thousands of people in our lifetime. Some, we'll know just their name, and others we'll know that they are afraid of ketchup, regularly work at the soup kitchen, and aspire to be a wedding photographer. Through this anthology, you'll meet countless people...
love [n.] an intense feeling of deep affection. a collection of love stories for a rainy day. none have any relevance to the others, and yet they all belong as they are all about that feeling of deep affection.
❝There comes a time where one must move on, no matter how difficult it may seem. Maybe one day I might move on. Maybe.❞ Jen struggles to adjust to modern day London life after her best friend, Louis, dies and her parents divorce, forcing her to move. To cope, she writes letters to Louis. She never sends them anywhere...