You're telling me... I still remember when my mom refused to buy me flares because she thought they were ugly. I also remember my first pair of flares that I got as a surprise Christmas gift... the flarest of flares with butterflies on them. Hahaha.
P.S. I reply to your email soon. Miss you as always, Dear Esther <3
"We tell ourselves stories in order to live... We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience."
(dearestherhan at gmail dot com)
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You're telling me... I still remember when my mom refused to buy me flares because she thought they were ugly. I also remember my first pair of flares that I got as a surprise Christmas gift... the flarest of flares with butterflies on them. Hahaha.
P.S. I reply to your email soon. Miss you as always, Dear Esther <3
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