May 2012
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“You are in my blood. I cant help it. We can’t be anywhere except together.”
– Francesca Lia Block (via loveyourchaos)
dontworrybekarl:
DID I SERIOUSLY JUST FIND...
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betrayed by bones: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
Anonymous asked: i love you? yeah i love you.
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paynefullygay:
once we’ve had a conversation in all caps we’ve become best friends
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Aha. The first promise I find myself wanting to break.
all these poets
writingsforwinter:
most nights i lie awake
and think of Charles Bukowski
and his glasses
the creases in his hands
the words endlessly pouring out of him
like a river.
or e.e. cummings
and his; complete ( lack! :
of correct punctuation and how that made every poem
different, ethereal.
or Sylvia Plath and her lonely thoughts
so that i wonder: which one am i more like?
and i have...
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Wow.
Cynicism does pay off.
Horrid, disgusting people.
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LOL MISANTHROPY MODE
… maybe I just lack sleep.
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