March 2012
27 posts
“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and...”
– Paul Auster, City of Glass (via liquidnight)
Mar 1st
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February 2012
29 posts
Feb 26th
he bought me two books, hugged me and said, “the day I can’t lift you up is the day you become a woman”
Feb 26th
god Lauren you can’t eat fruit snacks now you were supposed to go run
Feb 24th
"Cause and Effect" - Charles Bukowski
someholyspectacle: the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
Feb 23rd
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Feb 23rd
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Listennickolasjensen: Cherry Tree - The National
Feb 23rd
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robbersmusic: I always thought I’d meet my wife in Manhattan.
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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"Jen is Bringin' the Drugs" by Margot & the...
heymikewaskom: is one of the absolutely most depressing songs I’ve ever heard. I know this because I’ve written some of the most depressing songs you’ve ever heard. ‘cause love is an ink-less pen. it’s a tavern, it’s sin. It’s a horrible way to begin.
Feb 16th
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“my father would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark”
Feb 15th
Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Listenfudgeyeahsolitaryconfinement: suchagoodsong: ...
Feb 13th
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daisyfairy: it’s all very well having gays on glee but where is the kid that sits in their bedroom laughing at their computer and finds stray doritos in their hair tell me where am i represented
Feb 13th
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“When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.”
– Albert Camus, The First Man (via liquidnight)
Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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you know the things that you want, and you’ll never be alone. But by god, beware of that woman.
Feb 11th
“I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you...”
– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via liquidnight)
Feb 11th
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 Su mirada no era definible; de sus ojos, medio cerrados por el sopor normal que la irradiación calurosa de su propia tez le producía, salían furtivos rayos, destellos perdidos que quemaban mi alma. Pero mi alma quería quemarse, y no cesaba de revolotear como imprudente mariposa en torno a aquella luz.
Feb 9th
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“you wanna become a really big Rod Stewart fan with me?”
Feb 9th
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Feb 8th
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You were always so full of fucking shit
Feb 8th
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Feb 3rd
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Feb 3rd
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Feliz Cumpleaños a mi abuelo en el Cielo, te extraño muchísimo  
Feb 2nd
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