so I screamed
today I screamed as loud as I could. I wasn’t out in the open, I was talking to my mom talking about screaming. We were sitting in the kitchen. And I screamed. Super loud. What a relief. And I dared my mom to do it too, she couldn’t.
I miss Dublin.
and I miss Grafton Street. and the pubs. and the crazy accents. and the fact that every single irish thing has four leaf clovers. and the readheads. and the orange and white and green. and that one redhead. yet I want to go to France. have I ever told you how I have a four leaf clover plant? incoherent. *sigh*
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