January 2012
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i've got a thing for assholes who tell good...
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December 2011
138 posts
“Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.”
– Jonathan Swift
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elysian fields
I grew up in paradise set aflame —
images reflected in my eyes
of cows grazing hillside
and homes, classical and grand —
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That day the villagers came with
the boy’s body, weeping weeping -
Eden flooded; Extinguished -
as the church bells wailed.
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aphrodite and ares post-coital
lily white fabric and goose down, breathless
coils of silken hair and four
stout cedar posts,
smoke
no sunlight
not even a star;
my darling, light will spill over
and debase the sanctity of our pale courage;
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“I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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this year:
I’d like to be emotional about someone else.
My mind is filled with Valentines and my self is trained in
the manners of Orpheus and Clark Gable.
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thebuttholesurfer:
I will have sex with all of you
run class, run she’s out in the playground
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9:44 AM in Memphis, Tennessee:
I never feel so in congregation with god as when I am listening to music. The rise and fall of the symphony, and the thunder of the gong, calls down the thunderbird in full color.
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“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of...”
– Cesare Pavese (via whyhellodear)
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“But, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a...”
– Aaron the Moor (via wassingthenotting)
Anonymous asked: You are the prettiest, smartest, gorgeous-est, nicest and most interesting person I've ever met.
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Anonymous asked: Hello. :) (tbh I sort of "admire your blog from afar" as it were)
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Whoever you are, wherever you are, say hello. →
I’ve always depended on the kindness of strangers
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maritakk:
I don’t know if I previously made a post about the day my sister and I met Lil’ Jon at the airport, so I’ll keep this short. It was great. My sister was the one who whispered into my ear that he was there. I yelled, “WHAT?!” saw him then yelled, “YEAAAHH!”
white people
maritakk asked: Your blog is splendid and you seem to be quite excellent as well. Bravo.
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