artsy_T: i so want to live here. (and be the flashdance girl)
artsy_T: heaven?
artsy_T: can you see why we loved this place?
artsy_T: sweet. i'll be back at 9am.
artsy_T: pretty girls make graves.
artsy_T: went to see jack.
artsy_T: locked out.
artsy_T: fire.
artsy_T: bright.
artsy_T: funny.
artsy_T: pane.
artsy_T: a movie set.
artsy_T: “Friends are like windows through which you see out into the world and back into yourself... If you don't have friends you see much less than you otherwise might.”
artsy_T: slinky?
artsy_T: time for an oil change.
artsy_T: hinged
artsy_T: layers.
artsy_T: drive by
artsy_T: still the same...