Jun 20 2009
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(via little-bird)
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“ When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
— Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via kristyn) (via robot-heart) (via gottfried) (via thresca) (via oneshouldreadeverything) (via dreamsandbones) (via boxofrain)
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Swoon.
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“ I like the fact that you talk incessantly. I got a thing for assholes who tell good stories.
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Ani Difranco, Used to You (via quotewhore) (via thoughtsdetained) (via dreamsequence)
instant “cc, you’re such a charming asshole, you fucking jerk” reblog.
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“ I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Jun 19 2009
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“ You guys are like catnip
— “You guys are like catnip for assholes.” -Emily
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tsunamis:(via polaroidgirl → poppytalk)
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The Mountain Goats - The Boys Are Back In Town (Thin Lizzy) and Ignition remix (R. Kelly) cover
Sippin’ on coke and rum, I’m like so what I’m drunk. It’s the freaking weekend baby I’m about to have me some fun.
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“ Art arises from loss. I wish this weren’t the case. I wish that every time I met a new woman and she rocked my world, I was inspired to write my ass off. But that is not what happens. What happens is we lie around in bed eating chocolate and screwing. Art is what happens when things don’t work out, when you’re licking your wounds. Art is, to a larger extent than people would like to think, a productive licking of the wounds.
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I’m sure someone following me will find this interesting. Shudderworthy, maybe, but interesting.
what, you don’t all keep fallopian tubes on your pianos?
