AynRanaway

'He kicked what seemed to be a stone but on this hill could have been anything—that thing knowing only one truth, that it would forever lack definition.'

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

long dark blues

hold on magnolia. And a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink. jump! jump! skeleton of society.
Posted by AynRanaway at 1:23 PM
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