Monday, September 14, 2009

He took me to Preen, and got all the stickers.

I want those shades of grey and khaki and cranberry.

Give me the whites and the blacks, and the chills and the thrills.

I'm ready for winter in the city.

Send me away.

Do your own thing, baby girl.

Buy only the shoes that give you butterflies.

Kiss only the boys who make you smile.

Go only the places you most desire.

Spend only your minutes wisely.

This is called living.

This is called life.

You know that it's only worth all the strife.

Heartache means you're doing it right.

Happiness means you've only lost sight.

It's a common imperfection.

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