people walk past me
when i'm in love, i feel like the object of my affection walks right through me. and that's how it hurts. suddenly you're not solid. but granular, transparent, loose.
This blog has a lot of talk about daily life, thoughts, design, recipes & good stuff around the ‘net. We need a slight push sometimes to open our eyes and get going. Think earthly possessions or a simple recipe. Things that make our days in simple ways. Think coffee. This is a blog about those things.
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