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A little chaos is a good thing.

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𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔤 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔦𝔫…

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

i wonder if people think im weird, constantly studying, a pencil in my unbrushed hair, a cold cup of coffee in my hand. i wonder if people pity me, the girl who stays locked up, and goes on lonely long walks, the girl who gazes at windows, wondering who lives behind them, the girl who just wants to run away. i wonder if people even notice me. its a comforting thought, of sorts, going unnoticed.

'Warning' - poem by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

i hate when people call me on the phone like this is for my mom only....

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colors of the sky.