once my hands receive strawberry fingers, I know without a glance towards the sky it's my favorite weather outside.

music is my hot hot sex

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239. but now you are talking as if love were a consolation. simone weil warned otherwise. "Love is not consolation," she wrote. "it is light." 240. All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

sophomore at macalester college. major in women's, gender and sexuality studies. confused, just like everyone else.

I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty.