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Fri, 26 Apr 2013 00:29:47 -0700

12:17am (two days ago)

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 15:41:00 -0700

One day you’ll find out who he is.

He’ll tear your heart out and fall to his knees.

But then you’ll know.

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Thu, 04 Apr 2013 15:39:11 -0700

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Fri, 29 Mar 2013 02:22:32 -0700

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Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:30:42 -0700

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Tue, 12 Mar 2013 21:42:26 -0700

"And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn’t trying...."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 21:36:20 -0700

“And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn’t trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.”

- Margaret Atwood

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Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:44:22 -0700

"There were so many things I wanted to tell you. Or rather, I wished to have things that I wanted to..."

Mon, 11 Mar 2013 18:38:42 -0700

“There were so many things I wanted to tell you.
Or rather,
I wished to have things that I wanted to tell you.

What a thing, to be with you and have
no words for it. What a thing,
to be outcast like that.”

- Mary Szybist, from “Long after the Desert and Donkey” (via renegadetongue)

whyexactly: I consider it part of your charm that the thought...

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 20:47:46 -0800

whyexactly:

I consider it part of your charm

that the thought would even cross your mind.

But don’t ever try and stop me because

you think I’m not enjoying this

or because you think I must be tired,

or bored, or that it should be my turn now.

If nothing else, understand this:

With you, it’s always my turn.

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Fri, 08 Mar 2013 20:47:25 -0800

"Lately I keep things just to throw them away: practice, practice. What I mean is, I’ve had..."

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 22:09:41 -0800

“Lately I keep things
just to throw them away: practice,
practice. What I mean is, I’ve had enough
longing, enough of nothing
ever being enough. Look how the earth
shrugs its mountainous shoulders, how the cows don’t blink
unless there’s a fly, how the pavement quits
to dirt without warning, how the river can’t tell
itself from the rain. Since when can I not
get over anything? Just watch me go
to this town’s lone bar, which is open and chock-full
of blondes, blondes, blondes. The jukebox plays country
for free, which leaves me
with my ballast of quarters and cornered
by a woman who tells me she breaks things: horses
n’ hearts. I wish she would take
my heart out back and shoot it, lame
as it is, run as it’s been
by you into the ground, but she’d rather teach me
to two-step, which it turns out
I’m born for, having indecisively shuffled back and forth
through your door all these years. But from here
you’re a myth, tiny
jockey, impossible as Brooklyn,
elevators, it not being summer anymore.
Look, even the shades
are half-drawn and drooping
like eyelids, the walls
like the patrons, sloppy
and slouched. I promise I’ll love you forever
if you please just don’t make me
start now, in the brief dumb calm
of the just-fine, with this cowgirl pressing
her big stone-washed hips into mine. I want to take her home
but to someone else’s home, or perhaps just send her home
with someone else. What I mean is, I’m tired
of everything gorgeous. Of the burden
of burning. Of wondering
when. What I mean is, on some nights I miss you so much
that I never want to see you again.”

- Ali Shapiro, “If I Leave You Then Maybe I Won’t Have To Miss You So Much” (via renegadetongue)

serialchillers: look at you go!!!!!!!!

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 21:10:08 -0800

serialchillers:

look at you go!!!!!!!!

wecouldneverrgetfree: Until The End of Time by Justin...

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 22:44:59 -0800

wecouldneverrgetfree:

Until The End of Time by Justin Timberlake

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Tue, 08 Jan 2013 00:38:11 -0800

"If you wake up and you’re not in pain, you know you’re dead."

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 00:38:00 -0800

“If you wake up and you’re not in pain, you know you’re dead.”

- Russian Proverb (via hellanne)