Pretty.
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I can’t get you out of my imagination. I can’t let you let me get away.
When I feel like blasting my music so loudly that the sound sensing hairs in my ear will shrivel up and die and never grow back, I think of Pop Tarts. The sizzeling sound that they make when first taken out of the toaster, after a good 2-5 minutes. I remember how aesthetically pleasing the noise is in the silence of my house at 5:30am. I recall the subtle, bubbling cry of a liquid turning to a gas inside that pocket of tart! If I really did blast my ear hair into smithereens, I would never be able experience that wonderful buzzing and popping symphony again.
That’s what makes me turn my music down.
we-are-star-children asked: Go on my blog and scroll down (seriously, just keep scrolling) until you see the bouncing cards. I thought of you.
There really is no point to solitaire without the bouncing cards.
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but it’s real.
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“If they don’t let us dream, we won’t let them sleep.”
Does anybody else remember this show!?!?
No? Just me?
Ok….
I think your nose stud looks like an oversized, sparkly zit.
the actual baddest babies in the atmosphere.