Smile, and the Warmth Escapes from the Cracks Between Your Teeth

Filed under creepy boyfriend obsession, music is my boyfriend

I, I got you in my pocket
For when I get home
Keep you in my pocket
For when I get home
I keep you in my pocket
For when I get home
When I get home, when I get home

– Born Ruffians, “Badonkadonkey”

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5 Comments

  1. megan says:

    loooooooove your coat!

    oh, and awesome photo. :)

    • I’m sorry, but for posterity, I have to link you to the entry where Kamran gave me the coat for my birthday. It’s maybe the only thing I’ve ever seen at Ann Taylor and thought it wouldn’t make me look 80 years old.

      Anyway, thank you!

  2. Tina says:

    You look stunning.

    • Wait, did you mean stunned? I think you meant stunned.

      • Jack says:

        I think you look like you’re a little annoyed with how long it’s taking the camera person to take the photo.

        If there was a talk bubble over your head, it’d say something like “Are you really that technologically incompetent? My grandmother can take pictures faster than you.”

        If there was a talk bubble over Kamran’s head, it’d go more like “Whoa, did I just find a quarter in my pocket? I DID! AWESOME!”