Rachel Townsend:
laying in the dappled sunlight
Rachel Townsend:
me gusta tu zapatos Margo
Rachel Townsend:
I wish this was me
Rachel Townsend:
the golden girl vs. medusa
Rachel Townsend:
douche bag dates blanch
Rachel Townsend:
Mer here is a diagram of our phone conversation
Rachel Townsend:
after a day of laying in the sun.
Rachel Townsend:
portraiture of self in cemetary.
Rachel Townsend:
trumpets play the revelary in triumph
Rachel Townsend:
pitful south
Rachel Townsend:
feminizzle fo shizzel
Rachel Townsend:
thank you for the wall and gazebo
Rachel Townsend:
gate to .........................
Rachel Townsend:
Mortals
Rachel Townsend:
hallo little one
Rachel Townsend:
fence sitting
Rachel Townsend:
well who knew.
Rachel Townsend:
got on my wristband gettin ready to do some mathletics. nimble fingers poised over the calculator. Hauty glare to opponents on either side.
Rachel Townsend:
death to grass!
Rachel Townsend:
Hi records
Rachel Townsend:
my future inker
Rachel Townsend:
flea market where they sell boxes of rocks. not particularly special rocks. just rocks