September 2010
43 posts
“And it’s not “clever lonely” (like Morrissey) or “interesting lonely” (like...”
– Chuck Klosterman (via coveredincoma) (via scatterhearted) (via keepdoingitwrong, thechocolatebrigade) (via wrists)
Sep 26th
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“Love cannot survive if you just give it scraps of yourself, scraps of your time,...”
– Mary O’Hara (via she-alone) (via quote-book)
Sep 23rd
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Sep 22nd
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Sep 22nd
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I still miss you so much.
Sep 22nd
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Placement
dearoldlove: I miss the way you’d kiss the inside of my thigh.
Sep 22nd
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Sep 21st
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Sep 21st
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Sep 21st
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Sep 17th
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Sep 16th
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Sep 16th
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“I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones,...”
– Isobel Thrilling | Submitted by lysergicacidiethylamide (via quote-book)
Sep 13th
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Sep 11th
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Sep 11th
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Sep 11th
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Sep 8th
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Sep 6th
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“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty...”
– Christopher McCandless, Into The Wild (via acronyms)
Sep 5th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 4th
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“Now you’re knocking at my door Saying please come out against the night...”
– Arcade Fire, Ready to Start
Sep 4th
“A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then...”
– “Boot Theory” - Richard Siken (via endosymbiotic, libraries, geographysucks)
Sep 4th
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Sep 3rd
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I just want you to not be able to live without me in your life.
Sep 2nd
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“But more than that, no unloving words were ever spoken, and everything was held...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Sep 2nd
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Sep 2nd
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“I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy.’ What I meant was, ‘Life is easy with you...”
– Miranda July (via vavin) (via shimmer-in-the-waves)
Sep 2nd
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Sep 2nd
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Poem 241, Valerie Wetlaufer
Trees are being kept busy with waving. I tie bundles of letters I didn’t have the heart to send you, tie them with thin ribbon and hide them high on a shelf. I sleep on my stomach and wake up sore, like I’ve washed up on a beach somewhere, my skin sunburnt my elbows scarred. I pray every day for the moon to erase your face from my mind, but still light pools at the foot of the bed and my mind has...
Sep 1st
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