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September 2011

frank ocean: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, →

frankocean: and sorry i could not travel both and be the one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth; then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing…

I’m becoming afraid of the internet

www.glofimustdie.com

“I am interested in the idea of trauma in the sense that it is an emotional...”

– alison brady

laneurl: googly eyes when a person sees someone they like a lot. The way they look at them when they can not find the words to express how they feel. They way someone looks at the person who has them sprung. Not necessarily big huge eyes. Just staring alot. It can just be an expression.