December 2009
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Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls. True, when school had ended and she’d returned to Wisconsin, and he to Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She...
i know ive posted it before, dont care
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“A portrait is not a likeness. The moment an emotion or fact is transformed into...”
– Richard Avedon (via louobedlam) (via herolawan)
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HEART ATTACK - BOYS NOIZE
hoooorrraaaaaayyy only 5 papers, one design project, one research project, two tests, and two presentations to go. yuuck
