September 2011
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Today my French Cinema teacher told the class that...
I guess the class isn’t so bad after all.
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Inner Thoughts.
Sometimes, I’m not personal enough on my personal tumblr so I wanted to let you in on a couple of things that my inner monologue likes. This is actually an excerpt from a rough draft of a letter I wrote to Rosie. I like the sound of flip-flops going down the stairs. Half-smiles. The scratching of hair. When someone’s cigarette flies out of a car at night and hits the ground… the...
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I’m pretty sure we made bouncing sperm in class today.
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