I remember Taylor's first Halloween. I bought a hooded sweatshirt and dyed it orange. I spent hours hot gluing brown yarn all around the hood. I carefully painted her little toddler face with whiskers and a nose and she was the most adorable lion you have EVER seen. And we took her to the neighbors houses…
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i dont think there is ever much quiet space in my brain. its not like i meander through life with few thoughts or opinions. in fact, i often feel vehemently and passionately about a wide rage of things. i'm more tempered. i'm more thoughtful. this is a quieter version of me (truly i know shocking.…
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