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By: littlepeace April 20, 2012
Uncategorizedphotography, poetry

where i see white and black

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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Since scent memory is a potent thing for me, I like fragrances that tell stories. Imaginary Authors takes that to a delightfully elaborate extent with its scents — each is based on a story by an author that is ... well, entirely imaginary. I appreciate that kind of creative detail. Wearing today: O, Unknown!
Dear Pinterest, Men in tweed suits is not at all the same thing as preppy boys. Not at all. Testily, Snarky researcher
Do you ever get haunted by a scent? When I was visiting a new-to-me place the other day I could’ve sworn this scent (Mississippi Medicine by D.S. and Durga) was following me around. Even though I wasn’t standing close to anyone and it had been ages since I’d worn it myself. It smells like a Flannery O’Connor story.
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