October 2011
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you know how sometimes your journal comes to an end? a doormaker has.
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this is the nonsense of love
I. our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. we love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,
like children building tree houses. our love is serious business.
one look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string.
when i hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for knowing.
II. there is no clean way to enter the heavy machinery of the heart.
just jagged...
Rowdy stumble touch, will always be better than classy balance.
– Derrick Brown (via jesusdoesthedishes)
I’ve worm the same shirt 3 days in a row.
Have you ever heard that song called Blood Bank?
You should.
I don’t really know the people I see everyday.
People take people I care about away from me.
I wonder how many people I’ve taken away from people that care about them.
I wish she hadn’t taken you away from me.
Or maybe, I wish I didn’t think she had.
I don’t have many things figured...
People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It’s not true....
– Milan Kundera (via avgoustos)
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We used to fight a lot, and Sara would always say things like, ‘you need...
– Tegan R Quin
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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while...
– Wilhelm Stekel, via J.D. Salinger (via thebutteryslickness)
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"her eyes are highway fatalities you can't stop...
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No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to...
– Steve Jobs
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I hate it when a joke falls flat...
girl: how many people per cat?
lab TA: 4.
girl: 4?! for one cat? that's too many..
lab TA: we don't have enough cats..
me: what if we bring our own cat?
class: ...
Driving home, I was burdened with the day. Unustifiably angry, sure.
I forget...
– Paola Angeleri (I stalked my sisters blog today… She’s amazing)
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This next song is about when you get your heart broken and you try your best to...
– Sara Quin
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what...
– Lewis Carroll