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short little breaths, precede a click
fingers relax as the eyes register the clear images
those images of one she cannot bear to be without
cannot go through her day without taking a glimpse of those images of a person who barely knows she exist
she’s obssesed
in a dream world of coy fish and hearts, a lovers land that has already been paved away into a sleek highway
she walks, does not drive,
loves the way the wind blows on her face too much
loves the way people turn their heads to get a quick glimpse of her weirdness
loves the way she quirkly walks, envisioning he’s right next to her.
an obsession, with someone she doesn’t even know…
w.f.n.p
[ p.s ]

![the life.
w.f.n.p
[ p.s ]
missworld:
typewriterblues:
August 3rd, 2009](http://17.media.tumblr.com/7WJz8tpU9qpile384wVjVpAYo1_500.jpg)

![dream.
w.f.n.p
[p.s]
(via audreyhepburncomplex)](http://17.media.tumblr.com/ikRia1QKbqqtessiYBafVBsQo1_500.jpg)





![holla for holga.
w.f.n.p
[ p.s ]
(via audreyhepburncomplex)](http://5.media.tumblr.com/ikRia1QKbpeckxu22xKIzs0So1_500.jpg)

