May 2012
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Stand accusing across I’ve got a temper set for tinder And you were shrugging it off like a feather Saying, “Oh, would you look at this weather?”
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“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”
– (via skeletales)
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“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a...”
– Perks of Being A Wallflower (via adv-nturous)
waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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When your tarot spread tells you that nothing is changing, or is going to change, that you will become bored and stagnant by lack of change during a time when every single fucking thing is changing… it’s time to find someone else to read your cards…yeah.
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This feels a lot like remembering. Remembering that every day, we’re dying, leaving shards of ourselves in our footsteps, hoping they continue on and on into the night. Hoping they gleam upwards, reflecting the star’s sharp light back on them.
Times like these, I forget to breathe, I forget the sound of my name coming out of your mouth. The way it did in summer, when the shards of...
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“Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year.
All...”
– Candy (via petrology)
aemuuu replied to your post: I see some depressing drunk poems in my future.
Pourquoi?
…problems. :/
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as promised.
I’m shaking like a newborn. My milky way hair smells like ash. I thought of you once in the country sun, under an apple blossom tree, buzzing like a hive, exploding into the sky, like bees into the cataclysmic rays. My body was barren, stinging and open to the dry air. Who could love such a broken thing? There is nothing here, no twirled flowers in my hair, like we find ourselves in an...
I see some depressing drunk poems in my future.
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Oh, poor Atlas.
The world’s a beast of a burden.
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“I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via cefiros)
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Now, Now//But I Do
