The two beds from my childhood are being taken away tomorrow to make space for a new one.
I feel sad to see you go.
By Kirtana K
I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.
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Ink 
This theme, I like.
Wait, it’s the same theme. It looks so much nicer on my laptop screen and without that round image of you on the beach on top.
Yes it’s the same theme. And it’s lovely and slightly unusual.I like it a lot.
So you like big typography now, right?
No it still doesn’t look nice on my monitor. It looks nice only on my small laptop screen.
You’ll get used to it.
OR you can subscribe and read this all in your gmail inbox. But that’s not as much fun, I think.