January 2011
47 posts
Jan 30th
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“everything that has once made you laugh will soon teach you pain and until you...”
Jan 30th
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Jan 30th
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Jan 28th
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andsweatinglikedemons asked: www.ultimatestalkersandselfies.com
you made need to check it out
Jan 27th
Jan 27th
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Jan 26th
Jan 26th
aunteggma: YOU’RE SO PRETTY WHEN YOU’RE UNFAITHFUL TO ME
Jan 25th
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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although she strews the leaves of sure obliteration on our paths, the path sick sorrow took, the many paths where triumph rand its brassy phrase, or love whispered a little out of tenderness she makes the willow shiver in the sun 
Jan 23rd
Jan 23rd
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Jan 20th
I wish I slept
Jan 20th
Jan 19th
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Jan 19th
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Jan 19th
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andsweatinglikedemons asked: Which one... the naked one or the party one
Jan 19th
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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Jan 16th
day 10
still haven’t washed my hair new record  
Jan 13th
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Jan 13th
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every profound spirit needs a mask
Jan 12th
Jan 11th
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hay my cat is my best friend bye
Jan 11th
Jan 11th
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Jan 11th
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Jan 10th
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Jan 10th
‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black,Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,Nor the dejected ‘havior of the visage,Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,That can denote me truly. These indeed “seem,”For they are actions that a man might play.But I have that within which passeth show,These but the...
Jan 10th
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Jan 7th
I wish I had time I wish I had. It is because in...
Jan 7th
Jan 5th
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we're chained
Jan 5th
we're chained
Jan 5th
Jan 5th
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Jan 5th
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Jan 5th
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House of Leaves you are killing me
I hear voices. My door slams. My closet moved. I feel things behind me. I’m afraid to be alone. I’m only on page sixty.
Jan 3rd
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Jan 3rd
dark with wine and fleeting love, an ancient memory love had promised but finally never gave, until there were too many kisses to count or remember, and the memory of love proved not love at all and needed a replacement, which our bodies found, and then the giggles subsided, and the laughter dimmed, and darkness enfolded all of us and we gave away our childhood for nothing and we died 
Jan 1st
Jan 1st
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