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by honey 9/21/2014, 7:41 pm
i get a little bit bigger but then i'll admit
i'm just the same as i was; i'm never changing who i am
january rodriguez
january climbs onto her bed, under the canopy. she admires her work through the pale pink tulle of said canopy. the walls of her bunk-slash-space are a faded tea colour, a soft aqua curtain over the window. her space is dimly lit, the only light coming from a crystal lamp she's mounted on the wall. there are fairy lights strung high across the walls, though she hasn't turned them on yet. she's content to just sit. then she's content to lie down, because it turns out that unpacking is a tiring job. she stares at the scottish flag that she's tacked onto the ceiling for a while, until she drifts off.
