Underthefern:
Conte de Primavera
zodake:
Ribbons Girl
Natsumi °•¤:
warm coffee on a cold day
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- Sean…be honest...did you forget to pay the light bill?
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dear fellow traveller
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greenhouse
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walk on a tightrope
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drivin'
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drivin'
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the rain that never ends
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hello darkness, my old friend
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museum depository
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mornin'
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mornin'
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- something's wrong. the colors. there's the problem, do you see? - the only problem I see is you sitting here for ages.
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Gregory's kind of pledge
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breathing in snowflakes
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early bird
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natural pigments making
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natural pigments making
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reading
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yoga is life
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Nana
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greenhouse
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greenhouse
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- Is he nuts? What's it to you? - Well, the white genius sees no difference between the Asians.
Natsumi °•¤:
- Did Sean bring that MacHeelan dork to you? Fucking aristocrat who is so proud of the mud he paints. - Oh, it's definitely not the only his talent. He was all talk and those one-hour lecture of Chinese history was something...
Natsumi °•¤:
- Are you even listening to me? I'm talking about yoga asanas and how I like feeling my own body. What for you are stalking his facebook profile? - You'd better feel someone else's body...who'd have thought, your Mr. Know-It-All is a cutie.
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Greg: That's Yeats, right? Sounds like Hogwarts best ad. Alan: After all this time? Greg: Always.
Natsumi °•¤:
Alan: Listen, this one is beautiful: The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
