i live in a big blue house, but not really.


from point A to point B. first post. 

Poor choice of house paint or fabulous unexpected blues “i have diabetes, and that’s chill” moment? 

Let’s say both.

On my way to meet with a small group of beautiful, talented, etc., etc, diabetic girls. Ironic to run into a big blue house? Absent from the photo here: the windows. They are all lined with blue glass bottles and jars. 


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