Tower, billboard, South of the border, Dillon, South Carolina (LOC)
John Margolies
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The fragrance of the breeze, the tone of the light, the tiny flowers in the grass, the subtle reverberations that accompanied sounds: all these told me that autumn had come again, increasing the distance between me and the dead with each cycle of the seasons.
Kizuki was still 17 and Naoko 21: forever
- Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
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One. Someday they will write Lauren's last name right
Where's the u Tidal wtf 🤣🤦🏾♀️
Two. Trying what?
I have some thoughts about this...
Three. Lyrics, folks. Now, I know that these songs are in Spanish but talked about the same thing
Camila's 🚑 part said: Although the desert becomes a sea, thinking about what I want to do to you
Lauren's part 🍍 said:But if you want, I want and we get drunk and then I let you do what you want with my body. I dare. Mami Mommy, you know I love you. I just want to dance
And SOTB
So... I have the feeling that Piña is the answer to SOTB and kind of 🚑 too
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South of the Border Sandwich w/Chips. Trio’s. Little Rock, Arkansas. 9.14.2023.
NOTE TO SELF: Plain jane sandwich, but a decent free lunch. Way better than a Jason's Deli or a Panera or whatever.
Currently ranked 12th of 13 September meals.
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“We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to-be-acquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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“But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”
~Haruki Murakami //\\South of the Border , West of the sun //\\
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I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun, 1992
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“[…] a person can, just by living, damage another human beyond repair.”
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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