February 2012
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hellotherehellhere: Put the sugar in the fridge. Put the milk in the cupboard. Boil the dog and take the tea spoon for walkies.
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Listenmitchswitch: Rowland S Howard. Shut Me Down
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ARIA It is Wednesday I don’t know who I am How did I get here I don’t know That’s a lie Not totally It keeps me empty Just empty enough For you to enter me -Arian Reines 
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And one who eight years ago wished to be alone now clings to your jeans   FROM THE SONNET HOBBY (1971-73, PUBLISHED POSTHUMOUSLY)  Pier Paolo Pasolini
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“A great man? I only see an actor of his own ideal.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via beautyofdissonance)
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Never date a man who loves himself more than he loves you.
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i wish i was a photograph tucked in the corner of...
maybe-i-need-you: i wish i was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket. i wish i was that face you showed to strangers when they ask you where you come from. i wish i was that someone that you come from every time you get there,  and when you get there,  i wish i was that someone that got phonecalls and postcards sayin: wish you were here.
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“What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?”
– Robert Hayden, from “Those Winter Sundays” (via yesyes)
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Feb 27th
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“The kindly way to feel separating is to have a space between. This shows a likeness”
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“that smells so sweet young and desperate as you were taking chances …”
– W.C.Williams (via tumbleword)
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Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? 
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“All the stupid ugly secrets cracked out of me like an egg into a bowl, and I...”
– Leona Gom, Housebroken (via hateshiploveship)
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Listennanoviski: The Meaning of Love - Depeche Mode ...
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“but after eighty or ninety sittings he says, “I can’t see you any longer when I look,” irritably paints out the face, and goes to Spain for a vacation. ” Picasso and Stein.
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Cezanne by Gertrude Stein
The Irish lady can say, that to-day is every day. Caesar can say that every day is to-day and they say that every day is as they say.   In this way we have a place to stay and he was not met because he was settled to stay. When I said settled I meant settled to stay. When I said settled to stay I meant settled to stay Saturday. In this way a mouth is a mouth. In this way if in as a mouth if in as...
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newpagan: jungrimbaud: BIG BANG.                                                                  /                                                              .                                  /                           .                                   /                         .                /                 /              .                                                    ...
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It’s funny how you look back on a time in your life when you may have been unhappy with so much contentment. Then other times when you thought you were happy, you look back with so much regret and disgust. 
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“That skirt of yours is outdated” But I like it. Black wool-ankle length It gathers dust when I run- through the church like an old nun
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