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- Sundays are for fine minimalists.
- oh, but its loads of fun!
- off with her head!
- we're all mad here.
- my type of man.
- i'm late!
- wonderland!
- Sundays are for fine classics.
- win city. population: this guy.
- thank you, gallant gondolieri.
- you probably don't know this band.
- eyelashes.
- muziks.
- sp?
- Sundays are for fine...i dont like matisse.
- belated.
- midsummers night magic ass.
- worst sleepover ever.
- flowers, flowers.
- certainties.
- til death?
- to be shakespeare week, or not to be.
- Sundays are for fine acts of modesty.
- how useful!
- poof.
- they're everywhere.
- little did you know.
- yarg.
- future theme? yes.
- Sundays are for fine strolls.
- 2010.
- friday.
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January
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"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that's for thoughts," said Ophelia to her brother Laertes. "There's fennel for you, and columbines. There's rue for you, and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died."
ReplyDeleteyoure absolutely hysterical...
just saying :)