“lovestruck,” she says. i know how she feels.
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blowing bubbles of giggling somethingness and why-not-itude, a creative laxative, a provocateur of visual burps and farts (ie: until the end of 2019 as design department head at the creative circus, and frequent side-hustley designer of brandy designy stuff) – but also my every-other-time-o'-day approach. hopefully this stuff is easily sharable, lots funner than having to read a lot, and not a big investment of time. i hope you enjoy. View all posts by hey, that tickles
What a fabulous photograph! It suggests at least two stories, maybe more . . . (lovestruck? love lorn? what now? . . . etc., etc.)
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tired, hit on the head but not seeing stars this time.
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oh you!!!
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