February 2012
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“For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set...”
– “For You” by Kim Addonizio (via growing-orbits)
Feb 13th
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December 2011
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Now the TV’s on at 3am and you’re sleeping on the couch, because you can. Now the plate is where you left it, no one else is going to move it for you. Now the politics of blankets are gone. Now the people on the radio sound so far away. Now you’ve got no plans when you wake up, just keep on keeping on. Now the morning fades to light, to twilight, to night. Now you rinse and...
Dec 2nd
November 2011
1 post
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation....”
– Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Nov 29th
October 2011
6 posts
Oct 24th
ListenContagious by Anarbor feat. Sierra Kusterbeck
Oct 24th
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Oct 24th
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Oct 24th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
2,726 notes
September 2011
9 posts
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Sep 28th
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Sep 28th
19,687 notes
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Sep 27th
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Listen“Hallelujah” by The Helio Sequence I...
Sep 26th
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Sonnet XVII →
nullfour: by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of…
Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 3rd
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If Harry Potter was an anime.
tiffwolf: i just had to.
Sep 3rd
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Don't look at me. It's my phone who's drunk.
Sep 1st
August 2011
17 posts
I hate it when people edit pics I've already...
Not good enough for you? Bitch, please!
Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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Aug 26th
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“I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m...”
– The Distant Hours by Kate Morton (via thebookishdark)
Aug 25th
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You were probably the coolest kid I ever knew way back in grade school. We stayed up late talking about our favorite bands and how kids our age who listened to mainstream pop (boy-band and girl-band) music sucked. We played hide and seek, and you always knew where I hid because we shared the same hiding place most of the time, but you never ratted me out. We were so close. Then we grew up. What...
Aug 22nd
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Aug 19th
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ListenTitle: Faith Artist: Limp Bizkit 90s weekend. :)
Aug 19th
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The Art of Racing in the Rain
The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague. —Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain Told in the point of view of a dog (Enzo), The Art of Racing in the Rain is a heartwarming story that’s a must-read for all dog lovers. Made me cry.
Aug 11th
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Anna Kamienska, "In a Hospital"
awritersruminations: By the side of an old woman who is dying in a corrider no one stands Staring at the ceiling for so many days already she writes in the air with her finger There are no tears no laments no wringing of hands not enough angels on duty Some deaths are polite and quiet as if somebody gave up his place in a crowded tram Translated by David Curzon and Grazyna Drabik ...
Aug 11th
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Aug 6th
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“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there...”
– Frida Kahlo
Aug 6th
Ask me about Pablo Neruda, Foster the People, or photography, and I can talk for hours and hours. But ask me about myself, and I’m speechless.
Aug 6th
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Aug 4th
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Aug 3rd
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Aug 3rd
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Aug 3rd
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Aug 1st
July 2011
22 posts
Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.”
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Jul 28th
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Jul 28th
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“Anyone whose goal is ‘something higher’ must expect someday to...”
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Jul 28th
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought,...”
– Frida Kahlo (via girlwithoutwings)
Jul 28th
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And even though I am inconsolably furious with...
Jul 27th
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Jul 27th
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“You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”
– John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
Jul 27th
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Sonnet XVII
by Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my...
Jul 27th
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Jul 27th
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Jul 26th
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Jul 26th