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I regret the moment we met
and the way you pretended.
I regret the sun that day,
its warmth so artificial,
and I regret the way pain
has taught me nothing.
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I am thankful for Regal - almost 11 years ago I became the luckiest girl in the world when he entered my life - and I still look at photos of him and can’t quite believe that he’s mine.
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I am thankful for all the people and places that are teaching me about home.
Inserting my own mental map here - Haddonfield, Shamong, Madison, NJ; Washington DC…
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I’m going to go get in my car to run errands and then drive to the barn to see my horse. No city traffic, no parallel parking = glorious. I almost don’t care that it’s gross out. I’ve missed Regal (and my trainer and barn crew!) tons.
This may include a Wawa run or a trip to the soft pretzel factory.
Tonight = Thanksgiving Eve at my favorite local bar, which probably means $2 beers and chicken fingers.
Also, I have a golden retriever puppy to cuddle with.
Tomorrow = Thanksgiving Madness in North Jersey including pigs in a blanket and my crazy family.
Life is good.
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The World’s Most Beautiful Window Seat? | Apartment Therapy Chicago
Maybe I should look at more Swedish blogs.
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Photo reblogged from when did you forget you were a flower?
nattyboo:whatifacarcomes:emma-lee-anne:likeadoll:charmingnotion:
Holly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul: Sure.
Holly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then - then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
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Um, how is twitter complex enough that it needs an entire book? Seriously?
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