February 2012
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Lovers - My Heart Never Sleeps
i had a passion...
Aristotle: We are what we repeatedly do.
Plato: Well then I guess I'm YOUR MOM
Plato: *high fives Socrates*
“I don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but I ask you to remember....”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via holdenandcaulfield)
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Lololol we also got busted by the cops but no big deal
introducing a new tag: /tagged/superhigh
oldlifeandnew:
julia: what if i just started making out with the guy next to me? like what if i just got up in the middle of the train and started dancing like a chicken? like what the fuck would that do?
me: yeah how the hell would people react to that
julia: like that’s what i did, i just thought about how much havoc my beyond-stoned-actions would wreak
me: good use of your time
...
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“Your life was less sad than your suicide might suggest.”
– Édouard Levé, Suicide, trans. Jan Steyn
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fuckin finally
took a swig of whiskey, counted my blessings, and cut you off like a dead fucking leg, civil war doctor style. now go contribute something to the world and swallow a couple bullets.
thanks,
-the management
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What's Lost in Translation: she says i’m not there... →
prosserspoems:
she says i’m not there for her
i picture her walking through a mansion
opening each door expecting to find me
there’s an 8x10 photo of me on the left pane
of each window in every room
i am nowhere to be found
she finally descends into the basement
the furnace is humming
the floor is cold, lifeless concrete
there are spiderwebs and dust heaps
an abandoned science project...
“You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to...”
– Aaron Freeman, “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral” (via NPR: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4675953 )
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she emerged from the dark
like a ghost in my head
she said, “I haven’t forgot any words that you said
I just stare at the clocks and I cry in my sleep
and I tear up your letters
and I burn up them in heaps
and I gather the ashes in that hole in the ground
where
we
fell.”
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“My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who...”
– Anaïs Nin, House of Incest
Anonymous asked: cutie pie
