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(Mostly) vodka tonics... It's what's for breakfast.
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To the right
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SUNday
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Fake it 'til we make it....month three. (Listening to "I'll be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday)
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variance (listening to "she belongs to me", bob dylan)
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bittersweetness (listening to "reunited", peaches and herb)
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city lights (listening to "peace in the valley", elvis presley)
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here i sit alone (listening to "empty as a drum", turnpike troubadours)
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it's not the heat; it's the humidity.
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ephemerally yours
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it's a thing
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Self immolation is so hot right now.
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ok florida, calm down
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mama tried
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strange days (listening to “pale blue eyes”, the velvet underground)
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that yearly selfie I’ll likely delete in a week (listening to “roll the bones”, shakey graves)