L'enfant terrible

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July 2011

144 posts

There’s this great great love brewing inside of me. It’s like an active volcano waiting to erupt a million butterflies. I’ve been leaving flower seeds instead of crumbs, so when I find my way back home, the seeds would have already grown into a beautiful trail of all sorts of vibrantly colored flowers; wild ones, domesticated ones, cross-bred and pollinated by my volcanic...