January 2012
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Anonymous asked: i'm glad you found a touch of bliss
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Transfixed At The Barre
That man The one with the inkless skin The one with the tattooed heart The one with my name crawling within in ribcage The one who holds the world in his hand; Thinks of how lucky he is to be holding a candy sprinkle He doesn’t fully understand, does he? Does he really understand that the skin I am in, the way I wear it, the way I play They are endless attempts at guessing what his heart...
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Happiness is Emptiness
Sometimes it is enough to know the option of divinity but to let it sleep for once forcing the goodness out through every pore all the while knowing the pool will run dry and you will be left with just toxicity again. “Gladly”, you say. “Gladly, the goodness was taking too much effort anyway. Life; the grater. My being; the animal to be caged.” Bad for a while Bad just...
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ED SHEERAN NEW MUSIC FEENING
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“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D Salinger, The Catcher In the Rye
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Humming old songs does this:
The first rough sketches of the woman I am today began many years ago, before I ever really understood what being a grown-up involved. When I think back on when good self-esteem made itself a real, tangible goal, I begin thinking about when and where my mind began it’s toiling with the first idea of “self”. I am very sure that this began when I first started to discover the power...
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absentubiquity asked: Idk, lets just assume the same length for both.
Anonymous asked: ohmygod do you have a gbf?
absentubiquity asked: If you could only have one, (assuming you can have either) would you rather I come see you for your birthday, or for valentine's day?
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Belle & Sebastian - Expectations
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Running On Empty But Never Quite Out Of Gas
It is never convenient to be sad. Like being caught between two layers of glass embossed with options and seeing only the fogged areas between the words. I have been sitting on the floor with my legs at a 60 degree angle for an hour now. I cannot seem to pull my eyes away from the veins on my feet and the purple lines on my inner left ankle. It is as though a sheer fabric has replaced my eyelids...
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The magnanimity of this human being brings tears...
Love, a very overwhelmed set of legs.