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December 2009
11 posts
nye excerpt.
i will forget this year and all its spinsters snobby hipsters unconvincing optimists who smile back on former days deathly earth the undersides of eyelids such an entertaining show of hands to beckon better times it will be me to lead the army it will be you who seeks the dead a floral windstorm of my shame religion and regret
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but i’ve known you before you’ll shake your head and close the door emotions ripped away i’ll drink less you’ll drink more and we’ll part with little left to say.
November 2009
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It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record...
– Nick Hornby (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
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still
it is only in the wee hours of the morning that is actually spent thinking, seeing something not directly before you putting little words and phrases together like a blank puzzle; it is only when it is dark that i remember what you really look like. it is in the candlelight where i am the most blinded by my other senses, left only by flickers of skin. and moreso, it is when the wine...
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between the brain and the bottle, there is brilliance he will never harvest. because it is only him, because the full wallet and empty bed suit him, because he has escaped.
- me.
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You can dream a little dream or you can live a little dream; I’d rather...
– Aesop Rock
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letter
i received a letter today. it was from a former lover, written in inksplattered, ugly cursive that danced downward on the page. it was nonsense really; talk about family, a work anecdote, a quote from the prophet. my stomach sank as the letter progressed, realizing just how boring it can be to receive the love of someone you don’t give a shit about anymore, at all. soon...
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get down, get down... →
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drunk dial
when night slithers in like a wanton mistake and you feel the vibrations through your body small and quiet like an airplane you struggle to build words and phrases wine seeps from your lips like blood from an archetype argument holding back all you know to construct a taller castle with mightier walls while tears wash over you in baptism pride battles envy brain against heart a...
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else...
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fuckyeahhappy)
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via exosphere)