Monday, January 30, 2012

This is my best friend Dallas. We were kind of bopping around in life and we chanced upon each other and both liked the same music and had the same jean size.

She's got blonde hair and small hands and she writes the prettiest little sentences. Once she scored a game winning soccer goal, because she's a bad ass like that. She likes Winona Ryder and carmellos and different colored cowboy boots. We went to Lake Mona in the summer and she told me she wants to be a marine biologist or a vet and live in a neighborhood by the beach in California. She sometimes needs her inhaler for anxiety. She laughs and listens to Coldplay and the Shins. She thinks that society killed the teenager.

Sometimes I'll ask her a question and she won't reply and I think it's because she's lost in all the pretty thoughts tangled in her hair. She might be lost, but I think all of us are really. Lost in wonderland, or something of the sort. She even looks a little bit like Alice and she's completely bonkers like her, too. "But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are."

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