February 2012
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Carly
Carly: Is that my sock?
Kristine: Well, it's a tube sock.
Carly: It is my sock!
Kristine: You know I gave those up for lent, so it's definitely not mine.
Carly: Oh, right. Fuck you.
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I can remember how I stood waiting for you in the garden - holding all myself in...
– Tender Is The Night, F. Scott FitzgeraldĀ (via true-grit)
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