the joys of being pure at heart

19.5.11

'Since the return from her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June'

pink house





candy-truck



His goal in life was to be an echo, the type of sound that floats around and then back down like a feather. But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans no one could hear him, or anything at all

E. Galash

somewhere between a dream


girls

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