December 2011
One week from today I get to have my first lesson on bass.
dallasclayton:
PICTURES Something fun to do is to donate framed photographs of yourself to various Goodwill Stores then stop by every week or so to see how long it takes before someone decides you have a friendly enough face to warrant taking home.
"When The Fairy Tale Ends, Real Life Begins"
thatonefilipinamergary:
This is one of the most amazing thing’s Ive seen on Tumblr.
This really gets to you.
My Day
Collab: WHAP
Math: Pinky joints are weiiiiirdddd!
English: Brank! or Frob…
Spanish: Ice cream sandwhich dreams and multicolored trees.
Clearly, a productive day.
I had an inheritance from my father
It was the moon and the sun
And though I...
– For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway (via junglewalkers)
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why don’t you just drop dead
– she (via assbutt-)
November 2011
If only I would have checked myself
– guy who wrecked himself (via monkeyknifefight)
I have nothing holy to say.
I paint his face with ashes
from my cigarettes,...
– Sara Tracey, And After This (via grammatolatry)
WHY ISNT COLLAB A BAJILION HOURS LONG. I CANT DO ALL THIS AUFBIJAFBDKJCNBIQJAFNSBZCX
My ipod won't turn on.
Anonymous asked: Oh dear I don't know if I can. I don't want you to think I'm a creep. You just said so eloquently things that I felt for so long, and I think you're wonderful. You can call me Sondra. Or Lacey.
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I think sometimes my sole purpose in life is to...
Me: I need help picking a verse.
Him: Okay, what do you like?
Me: I don't even know what my options are.
Him: Okay, how do you believe in God?
Me: I don't.
Him: You don't believe in God at all?
Me: No.
Him: Okay...
ashen-dreams:
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Hello anonymous person who has been sending me wonderful words lately. Come of anon? I would love to talk to you/know who you are.
There are certain things about myself
that I can romanticize,
like the way...
– 4, Shinji Moon (via clavicola)
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clavicola:
Let me learn everything about your skin
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Your christmas lights, well they’re beautiful but through tears they just remind me how I’m falling apart like I’m shattering apart on your perfect suburban sidewalks. Am I a hindrance to you too, because I’d sweep me away had I the option.
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I’m starting my essay with “Fuck nationalism, we are all earthlings.”
I might have to change that but right now I’m rather content with it.