I didn’t really want you, but I want you now–was so empty in me. Feel you crashing down, into the empty world (the music stops), want to rescue want to scream out loud “you will always be mine”; (part one)

It’s a little ridiculous, as my husband would say, how much Nancy Botwin has influenced my style lately–I’m shopping at Anthropologie and American Apparel, embroidery and ruffles aren’t necessarily verboten anymore, and I bought two pink tees.  Pink is not a color I wear–living in a room colored in the stuff is enough to set [...]

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