February 2012
I drink to make other people more interesting.
– Ernest Hemingway (via excuse-me-while-i-kiss-the-sky)
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noticing patterns in ugly stitching
i write about lights a lot. and stars. and tear-streaked nuisances. cities and brilliance, youth, and the speedometer in my car. moons and the cycles we go through as humans who know nothing more than apathetic adages.
i write about nightmares and lips (the kind that only whisper). a hell of a lot of music, but never anything about sound.
earth-beats, no longer heartbeats. and breathing. my...
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excuse me, you have masterpieces spilling out of...
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(thank pandora for this one)
brothers on a hotel bed will forever remind me of the beginning of flickr, showering in the dark at my father’s house, walking home from the bus stop under grey skies, watching rain trickle across the skylight and the night i walked out the side door to lay in the street just to prove that i could. and it pains me to know that, though i have these feelings, these moments to remember, i will...
Anonymous asked: you write gloriously. i'd like to sit with your paragraphs until they get up on four legs and whisper enlightenment into my ear, and then just let it ring there, reverberating, until my head is clear.
Anonymous asked: What is that camp that you went to over the summer? At the lake with all the boats and stuff :)
I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I...
– Kurt Cobain (via agirlwith-kaleidoscope-eyes)
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I love my friends neither with
my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case heart...
– Rumi (via thelittlephilosopher)
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