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Annie Wylde
From my angry nomadic punkass Graffiti days.
"One morning Annie woke up, slid on her existentaial bunny slippers, and was shocked to find Sartre in her bathroom hogging the toothpaste. So follows the ramblings of her inner mind, as she discovers what it is like to be awake and alive in an exquisite, drowsy world. Bonus illustrations included."
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My most recent photo, with my short hair.
Solitude, salt air and sunshine
A
strange photo of me with the light in my eyes
I am feisty sometimes
....And
imagine what i'd say if I DIDN'T like you!