February 2011
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January 2011
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“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
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midnight thoughts scribbled on napkins at some... →
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it’s dark and the headlights float past us. you take drags from your cigarette and i hang in your smoke. my hands smell like coffee. you say “baby it’s cold, put your hands in your coat.” but i don’t because i like the way they smell. it reminds me of my father. you put them in your pockets and sing me that song about bringing me the night as long as i don’t cry. on the way home i try...
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tomrideslittlebikes:
that katie hanright is like my bestfriend.
fucking right i am. which is why i’m gonna kick your ass if you keep drinking heavily, buddha
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coconut skins (damien rice cover) // bek...
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i’ll be your mirror // the velvet...
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“… the misery is there inside her, like a stone, and there’s no room for any...”
– Henry Miller (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“think something dark’s living down in my heart”
– at the bottom // brand new
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“like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words”
random craving for mike's hard cranberry lemonade
ugh
Anonymous asked: Is that tom guy in that picture your boyfriend?
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1000gynecologists:
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“well i looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest, said ‘do your best destroy me’. see i’ve been to hell and back so many times; i must admit, you kinda bore me”
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Tell the devil I said hey when you get back to...
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“…. i hated myself for going, why couldn’t i be the kind of person...”
– extremely loud & incredibly close // jonathan safran foer
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and, exhale
sweet relief
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I don’t like the country. Creeps me out. In the country, dead bodies live in swamps, and ditches, and shallow graves. A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rotts; Melts into slime. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. And then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store. And the family eats the...
intrigued-by-llamas:
Teenage Dream: A Boy’s...
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“with a rejoicing mouth i sing for you and pause, and i know you don’t know what i’m capable of. but in time you’ll taste all the salt in my lungs”
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“I sank into the sea
Wrapped in piano strings
Few words could open me
But you...”
– Radical Face (via young-and-free)
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“i wanted to come visit you, waiting in the springtime; when the leaves change. the ground outside is waiting for that newness that surrounds us, as we dance back through the screen door in the sunlight of mid-april. but it’s glow won’t stop the smiles that are spreading on our faces”
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never love a wild thing
