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my ipad case

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christmas

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roads

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hebron, illinois

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i love this bar

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i’ll look back on these photos soon and miss home again. visiting home and took a 3 hour drive and got to document so many beautiful things<3

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richmond, illinois

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dab pen at the airport

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got high tonight and payed a tiktok astrologer that looked like drew phillips to give me a natal chart reading and that was cool and this is me in my room now also je t’adore

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2009. and now and forever

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silt and wraught iron. called out of a first date yesterday, now rescheduled. my skin feels like crushed velvet and i smell of petrichor. mist from fog and a freshly lit joint under the warmth of street lamps. is it rude staring in peoples windows? a k mart sits empty in a strip mall somewhere, i wonder if a light flickers inside. they tore down the abandoned house i would frequent outside my home town since ive left, and now to think of it they tore down most of the spaces i inhabited. the abandoned guitar factory is demolished, and the solemn house in polo disappeared. where can i go now to feel it? i’m sure i’ll see them sometime in the ether. my old friend from chicago asked me if i was still writing last year and i said i had nothing to write about. he still sends me his songs and i listen. i can hear the birds chirp through my noise cancelling headphones. i wonder if they know i can hear them.