February 2011
16 posts
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January 2011
85 posts
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It doesn’t bother me that those museums were looted and that they might still be prone. I was never going to see them anyway. And that’s me. That’s how you could sum me up: I’m selfish. If something’s not going to have any direct effect on me, then I don’t care. Let it happen. What’s it matter?
Yes, I really do exist.
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“Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and...”
– excerpt from You Should Date an Illiterate Girl
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“When you unbutton your blouse I think ‘flawed perfection.’
I...”
– - excerpts from The Oregon Train in the Last Moments Before Dusk
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“Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem...”
– - Frank O’hara (via: mosssleeper)
“Cut-Out” - John Frusciante
“I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having
a picnic in a dream.
There will...”
– - Richard Brautigan (via: 71revisited)
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“I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having
a picnic in a dream.
There will...”
– - Richard Brautigan (via: 71revisited)
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How those voices blended down the hall, in a sad way, and came to you while you were alone in your room. Outside your tall window, the country was being too quiet for you, and tears were streaming down your face and you were trying not to make any sound at all. You were rolling over and over, trying to bury yourself beneath the carpet, and beneath the floorboards, and beneath that house. You...
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How those voices blended down the hall, in a sad way, and came to you while you were alone in your room. Outside your tall window, the country was being too quiet for you, and tears were streaming down your face and you were trying not to make any sounds. You were rolling over and over, trying to bury yourself beneath the carpet, and beneath the floorboards, and beneath that house. You wanted...
Ashley Elizabeth: I’ve got to tell youhow I love... →
elizabeth29:
I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am…
tamburina:
I’ll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won’t rain.
Richard Brautigan
