SHABAM SHABOOZLE!

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Despite its violent tone, this makes me teary-eyed.

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Stay golden, Ponyboy.

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Just forever attached myself to an E. E. Cummings poem and Wallace Stevens’ “Peter Quince at the Clavier.”

My first official morning of summer: poetry and coffee.

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Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta…

to my sister.
Don’t get me wrong, my sis can be cool and worth it, BUT

I’m so cool and most definitely worth it.

I’d like a boy to make me a mix.

Still growing my hair.
Do I look like a square?