February 2012
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Mm, rather glorious, yes. *adjusts monocle*
Somehow we got into some executive meeting room with dark wood furniture and fancy, comfy chairs, and of course we take advantage of this place by dimming the lights and putting on rainymood, jazz, and a fireplace on the projector.
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My chest is a birdcage
where two canaries are perched,
chirping and preening...
– “A Boy Named Never,” Jeanann Verlee (via clavicola)
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It’s time we start smiling
What else should we do?
With only this short time...
– George Harrison (via retro2go)
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