orange marmalade mumu’s

Posted: January 25, 2012 in me

There’s something absolutely liberating about forgetting to care what you look like. Tossing on a favourite sweat shirt, fluff of the hair, the end.

Back home, breathing easy, smelling like freedom, adventure, and teenie bopper bobby socks.  I am… me. Giggles and piggles and garlic pickley dreamy cuddle bubble smirks.

I curtsey, and a hat is tipped.

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