yo_steedgirl:
There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay
yo_steedgirl:
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver
yo_steedgirl:
This is how we geek out on Fourth of July.
yo_steedgirl:
And I always heard people in New York never got to know their neighbors...
yo_steedgirl:
Things have grown smaller around us.
yo_steedgirl:
There's no room to grow up any more here.
yo_steedgirl:
two women reflecting
yo_steedgirl:
You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels.
yo_steedgirl:
"The only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's."
yo_steedgirl:
flowers with sunbeams shooting out of their fingers and toes and the ends of their hair
yo_steedgirl:
Do not go in fear, Grasshopper.
yo_steedgirl:
finally stretching out into his life because it doesn't look like there are any real alternatives
yo_steedgirl:
treasures that look like common stuff
yo_steedgirl:
sitting pretty
yo_steedgirl:
“A Georgia peach, a real Georgia peach, a backyard great-grandmother's orchard peach, is as thickly furred as a sweater, and so fluent and sweet that once you bite through the flannel, it brings tears to your eyes.”
yo_steedgirl:
Well, how would you like to have someone come along and pick something off of you?
yo_steedgirl:
gray skies are gonna clear up
yo_steedgirl:
Hot town, summer in the city
yo_steedgirl:
"Are you making this magic?"
yo_steedgirl:
empty
yo_steedgirl:
Everything's coming up roses
