
i’m twenty-five, and this is old enough to know better, young enough to afford the luxury of doing it anyway.

another birthday you weren’t here to celebrate… time goes on. i miss you still. (the day my charlie would have turned 20.)

(words from I Wrote This For You.)
Bonus: Where I work

(the wastebasket is on the desk because the dog loves to eat trash. sigh.)













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Hey,
I love the journal and I really love your place. The lights and the cards handing on the line!
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Beautiful stuff (all of it).
<3
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gorgeousity! the star page really caught my eye. i heart it! they are ALL creative goodness~
glad you posted these art journal pages
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We need to do one of those art picnics in the park one of these days before summer ends. Just not when it’s 23422432432 degrees outside.
I always love your art journal pages; I want to put those same words from that I Wrote This For You entry too, because it hit me that hard. Yes.
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