or [i don’t need a memory box; i have spotify]

2.14.15: It was over. Deep down I knew it was. I sat there and watched as my boyfriend prepared the hookah pipe, sinking deeper into the disillusionment of my sangria. I quickly ducked as one of the ping pong balls bounced off of a Solo cup of beer, one team cheering and mocking the others.…

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xxvii

Shoot. 27? You know, it’s been a year since I really took off on this new blog and I’m quite proud of having kept up with it. Sure it’s no smash hit and my consistency rates leave room for improvement….but if I didn’t have room to grow then what would I do?? This last year…

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