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Photography

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doodles

Drawings

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Literature

heart

I like to drive through the roads at night With the windows rolled down and the radio loud Letting my heart soar out along my throat I like the way a woman's hair falls in waves When she changes it every day, fussing in the mirror; I like the way it blows in the wind. I like the way a man's eyes crinkle when he's watching, How his feet curl when he's not; I like it when his knee bounces the tablecloth edge in agitation. It's best to stay up late when you need to be somehwere at six, Nestle in the covers when you've nowhere to go. I like them heavy and loose, light and close. I like typewriters for letters to the older generation

Poetry

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Literature

babble

Honestly, she thought, stroking the cat's fur as it purred happily before her - honestly, I just don't understand him.  At all.  Not one whit.  He's a goof, a blasphemer of seriousness, a complete eight ball.  Not like the others who came before him.  So why was she so stupidly - as dumb as his jokes - in love with him? The cat stretched and yawned, and she yawned in return.  Perhaps it didn't matter.  Perhaps, for once, it didn't need to make sense.  Perhaps she needed some wild cards in her life.  An anomaly.  She pondered this.  Maybe that was the trick to make it stick. Suddenly, it made perfect sense.

Vignettes

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Desktops

8 deviations
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DevIDs

4 deviations
Literature

oh valentine

Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing.  The rose stems were growing slippery in her hand, and she clung to them as though they knew the answer.  Cars whizzed by behind her in the doorway, honking their impatience.  Each sound was heightened.  A sparrow chirped in its nest.  Leaves skittered past her feet.  A garbage truck cranked and churned. She didn't have to do this, she knew.  It was rash, it was reckless.  It required too much balls.  But she'd bought the flowers, goddammit, and she was going to give them to someone - it might as well be for

Scraps

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