The Spoon RoomJoanna lived in a house full of matching silver pots and pans that ended up spotless less than ten minutes after use. Everywhere there would be a frilly pink apron or an expensive limited-edition spatula. And each time she would see one of the two, it would be partnered with either a piece of crumpled paper or an inkless pen.The Spoon Room
As you would’ve guessed, had I not chosen to tell you right away, one of her parents was a writer, and the other a chef. Her mother, Jacqueline, was obsessed with spatulas. She had enough to fill an entire room, which is, in fact, just what they did. They served their purpose by hanging in rows in a r
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Snow White
Stale Smoke...so head over heels, you can't even take it. but your feet are too firmly on the ground all the same and time is always stopping. Will the calendar ever progress to a better time? we've waited so long for our skins to melt. forging the thoughts that have been so fucking distant. Singing love songs through clenched teeth. Is acid all that will break the glue that holds your jaw so firm? 'Cause it will rot my skull like rusting metal, and it's already rotten with bittersweet thoughts and wishful thinking. Please follow through, all the rest have gone. Please follow through. Please follow me...through crooked streets of moonlit nights, throughStale Smoke
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You're only as tall as your heart will let you be
You're as small as the world will make you seem
When the going gets rough, and you feel like you may fall
Just look on the bright side, you're awfully six feet tall
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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Our hearts were made of the same
materials: paper, poppies,
a handful of stars.
my writing
my stock
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we dance beside the sun
and the moon
and the stars
yet we fail to notice them glowing.
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is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?
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