March 2012
Mar 1st
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kristaa0788: Thin skin tears easier than tissue paper; it doesn’t take much to rip through its fragile cells.
Mar 1st
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Mar 1st
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neverthegreyer: I have too many favorite songs, that push my muse to dance to sounds that only she can hear. I would beg to be privy to the notes that pour through her heart strings,into steel strings and skin covered hollows beating out a feel to move to, to sway and sing, I have to many, and she has more- 
Mar 1st
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Listentoosawn-trigger: Explosions in the Sky // Your...
Mar 1st
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Worlds Away
thediaryofawriterr: Every time I looked into your eyes, I saw the sky floating in your hemispheres. There were clouds with silver linings, soaring as though landing in their arms, would find me safety, instead of falling right through their mist. I saw the calm blue haze of never ending existence. Open, and inviting- an abyss of possibility, instead of the blue sorrow, this roof is known to...
Mar 1st
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Mar 1st
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mmementomori asked: I only just realized that all this time you've been posting songs by Ryan Adams. For some reason I thought you were just really into Bryan Adams.
Mar 1st
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Mar 1st
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
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“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do...”
– Neil Gaiman (via julie911)
Feb 29th
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Gentleman Caller
Her parents call me her “gentleman caller”. She told me truer words have not been spoken. I start to argue that point but she does a good job of shutting me up with her eyes. I watched her the other day call her mom back when we were done with breakfast downtown. Watched her blush and giggle before she said mom, he is sitting right next to me. I listened to her promise that they will...
Feb 29th
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“As your nerves bend and twist to accommodate yet unexperienced force, new...”
– Henry Rollins
Feb 29th
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“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t...”
– Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via spoilsofmatter)
Feb 29th
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Just hit the skins for two hours, picturing each drum head was my boss’s face. Felt great. Coincidentally enough I broke the kick-drum head. Solution? Switched the front cover to replace the head. Kept playing. Now too exhausted to do much more than drink bourbon. Feeling good. Tired.
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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kristaa0788: Drag me under like you always do; stick me between the ribs again with that blunt knife, keep stabbing till skin breaks,  but this time, don’t stop ’til you’re sure  I’m dead.
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Frost
cigarettesandleather: A familiar face.  Emergin from the changed surroundins.  Arrange a home to your likin.  I’ll still know the layout.  He walks on water, but only if you fail to see the glass.  A hunter reveals himself to be one of us.  The honed steel protrudes menacingly.  A thin film of plastic traps the ones with eight legs.  No longer swimmin, just leaned upright on the rocks.  Thick...
Feb 29th
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Listenwhiplock: Benedict Cumberbatch reads “Ode to a...
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Fuck. Having. To work. Late.
Feb 29th
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Anyone Got A Script?
umustcreate: I want a film with lots of action Starring Samuel L Jackson With minimal talkin’ And Christopher Walken Punch-ups with the man Jackie Chan Playing the hero Robert De Niro And when it gets deep The lovely Meryl Streep For a bit of fun Add in Natalie Portman Of course I’ll have to direct But it won’t get made I suspect
Feb 29th
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loqui: Letting loose her grip Of winter’s hand She slipped away Swept from the sides Into the currents of a crowding Herd of humans Slaloming between bodies To find a height Against which She would not be measured I wonder if I will spot her If I will ever see her again A white hot star melting in Moving with the tide Of lava flowing One day perhaps she will Cool to form an...
Feb 29th
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Lilys of the Field: THE FINAL LIST: The Collective →
lilysofthefield: 10000sidewalks 4estabon amare-amaranthine angelicaldarkness apocolypsepoet aprofoundocean aquietjoy august-is-over autumndragonfly antmuni artreture abstractescape aclockworkdarby ambiguous-transparency alittlebitloudernow bathroomstallpoetry Bethany Chamberlain beyondmybackline …
Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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I have hate inside me too. For Rick Santorum.
Fuck Rick Santorum. Who the fuck does he think he is telling anyone what they can and cannot do in the privacy of their home? To make laws about what happens between two consenting adults? That, I submit, is true socialism. Government is fucking government, religion is religion. They are SEPARATE entities and need to be regarded as such. I do not know everything about your religion, Rick, but I...
Feb 28th
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powerless
mimikova: maybe insane sick in the brain   or just fucked up from living’s pain may seem somewhat trite if i’m being forthright    to slit my wrist - exit stage right my sweet dead valentine this tribute asinine    but letting go would be a crime mind fucked young enough to be statutory rape by decisions made in a pentagonal shape    his broken body in colors draped leaves me sickly insane...
Feb 28th
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dandelionfritters asked: kill yourself slowly with coffee
Feb 28th
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Buttercup
lilysofthefield: You size me up for good measure, evaluating my curves and I can sense the air fizzing with the next few moments, the silence thick, besides the whispers of your eyes. When you seem satisfied, then you call me buttercup and all of a sudden I’ve become just another girl you’d like to fuck.
Feb 28th
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stream of consciousness
saltwaterseas: no surface dive below rubber soul solely his hair, no pick him apart buzzards hound his bones blood and particles scattered, leaving fragrances of his DNA upon my skin
Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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“What you are will show in what you do.”
– Thomas Edison (via blua)
Feb 28th
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I thought you said I could turn it off. I thought it would stop at some fucking point. That I could just lay on my warm bed and lose consciousness from thinking about nothing. Simply from the void inside my head collapsing inside itself. That I would not have to inhale or swallow something to get a blissfully empty rest. Instead it is always there; Asking, relaying, realizing. Letting the yearning...
Feb 28th
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