My house is cold. The kind of cold that makes ghosts hunker down together for body heat. The cold that doesn't belong inside.
But it's here and unlike the ghosts, I have no one to be close to.
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A Project. A Scrapbook. An Enchiridion.
About Me
- Taylor
- I like road trips, knitted things, soft pillowcases, fishing and origami. I also like funnel cake, waffles and sugar cookies. I collect perfume. The apple picture above isn't mine. It belongs to Google.
Blogs
- A Silent Revolution
- Alexservations
- Brain Or Shine
- Correr Con Los Payasos
- Cranberry Justice
- I've Just Come Across Something Interesting
- Life's The Illusion, Love's The Dream
- Mockingbird Music
- My Danger-Filled Commitment
- Rubber Boots
- Speak Up Sally
- The Coe Writing Center
- We Don't Need a Map
- We Only Get One Chance At Life
- Windy Baby
- You Look Like the Right Type
- Young Palms
Archives
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2009
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December
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- winter, vivaldi
- twelve left
- thirteen left
- sayulita
- hear them talkin' bout me
- i learned a song on guitar for you, you fucker
- dote
- so much to say
- you may be blue
- if i lived in china
- the love's in the closet
- i should have been a farmer
- asofterworld for the win
- nose
- darling
- when i lived alone
- my feet weren't made for the sea
- french
- unite us as lovers
- vivere senza rimpianti
- yes, just yes
- tonight we're gonna find our lover
- peter frampton
- brambles
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