wren spring 2010. i'd like a pair of espadrilles, please. i think they're perfect for skipping up and down the streets of san francisco with my dear allie felton.
“i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” - jack kerouac
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