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i want to have mugs. mugs from places i've been and i can make coffee in the morning and go back to my room; where my name is on the lease and can call it my home. i want plants i want books i want things that aren't essential to living but make me happy- three more days until I retire from being a gypsy and can find comfort again and I couldn't be happier to call Brooklyn home.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
gypsys don't need mugs or plants
i want to have mugs. mugs from places i've been and i can make coffee in the morning and go back to my room; where my name is on the lease and can call it my home. i want plants i want books i want things that aren't essential to living but make me happy- three more days until I retire from being a gypsy and can find comfort again and I couldn't be happier to call Brooklyn home.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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