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i sat drawing swirls in condensation on the window a younger me did the same thing once and got yelled at because apparently the marks you make on windows don't go away then someone has to wash those panes, and heaven forbid their windex leaves streaks heaven forbid their towel sheds heaven forbid that clear glass is marred and heaven forbid someone put swirls on the world so something, anything was a little more beautiful.
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
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i sat drawing swirls in condensation on the window a younger me did the same thing once and got yelled at because apparently the marks you make on windows don't go away then someone has to wash those panes, and heaven forbid their windex leaves streaks heaven forbid their towel sheds heaven forbid that clear glass is marred and heaven forbid someone put swirls on the world so something, anything was a little more beautiful.
if the **** swirls were permanent, it would all just be fine.
gabrielle-boltz
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
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