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Monday, March 8, 2010
the violence of my imagination
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.
Angela Carter
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Miles Westwood
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Fuck I can't get enough of this image. I want to have it hung above my bed.
MW. x
March 20, 2010 at 9:05 AM
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1 comment:
Fuck I can't get enough of this image. I want to have it hung above my bed.
MW. x
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