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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 23:02:24 -0400

"People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: ‘be..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:49:46 -0400

“People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: ‘be realistic.’”

- ~ Dylan Moran (via conflictingheart)

type-lover: WACKO

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:49:20 -0400

type-lover:

WACKO

lookbookdotnu: SHE SMELLED OF DAISIES. (by Rachel-Marie...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:10:29 -0400

lookbookdotnu:

SHE SMELLED OF DAISIES. (by Rachel-Marie Iwanyszyn)

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:08:37 -0400

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:06:00 -0400

whenyoulookatmelikethatmydarling: anatomy of a cat or just...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:05:48 -0400

whenyoulookatmelikethatmydarling:

anatomy of a cat or just various human bones?

bunniesandbooze: Dissection was always my fave in school.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:05:11 -0400

bunniesandbooze:

Dissection was always my fave in school.

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 09:59:24 -0400

americanapparel: Casey wearing the Baby Rib Crop Top and Tennis...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:32:28 -0400

americanapparel:

Casey wearing the Baby Rib Crop Top and Tennis Skirt. Summer 2013.

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 23:31:28 -0400

it’s pretty hawt when someone you are interested in...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:49:56 -0400

it’s pretty hawt when someone you are interested in sexually shows you pornographic images not in a suggestive/forceful way but just because because everything is kind of sexy and maybe we should just be more open to it all

nevver: when the phone rings I too would like to hear words...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:35:29 -0400

nevver:

when the phone rings
I too would like to hear words
that might ease
some of this.
― Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

"I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops..."

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 22:35:20 -0400

“

I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up

I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go

I know
nothing

but I am here to learn.

”

- Shane Koyczan (via rarararambles)

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:05:09 -0400

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:57:34 -0400

explore-blog: The lovely handwritten love letter in which...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:55:55 -0400

explore-blog:

The lovely handwritten love letter in which iconic designer Charles Eames, born on June 17, 1907, proposed to his future wife and creative partner Ray.

this is 4 u pete

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:54:07 -0400

this is 4 u pete

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Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:03:00 -0400

When I said I wasn’t with another girl

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 10:25:03 -0400

the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time,
it’s because it wasn’t actual sex.

In the February that began our radio silence,
it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts
that go below your waistline.

Not only do they make you look too young,
but then your torso is a giraffe’s neck attached to tiny legs.
I screamed at myself in the subway

for writing poems about you still.
I made a scene. I think about you almost
each morning, and roughly every five days, I still

believe you’re there.
I still masturbate to you.
When we got really bad,

I would put another coat of mop water on the floor of the bar
to make sure you were asleep when I got to my side of the bed.
You are the only person to whom I’ve lied, knowing

I was telling the truth. I miss the way your neck
wraps around my face like a cave we are both lost in.
I remember when you said being with me

is like being alone with company.
My friend Sarah wrote a poem about pink ponies.
I’m scared you’re my pink pony.

Hers is dead. It is really sad. You’re not dead.
You live in Ohio, or Washington, or Wherever.
You are a shadow my body leaves on other girls.

I have a growing queue of things I know
will make you laugh and I don’t know where to put them.
I mourn like you’re dead. If you had asked me to stay,

I would not have said no.
It would never mean yes.

-Jon Sands, ‘A Working List Of Things I Will Never Tell You’

it’s amazing and wonderful how much i felt this poem last year and how much i don’t feel it now.