March 2012
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
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“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
– Franz Kafka (via seabois)
Feb 27th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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“On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good...”
– Jack Kerouac (via madalinediane)
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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not dying would be cool, too. 
Feb 23rd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Song (I'm stuck in traffic)
me-yow: I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab which is typical and not just of modern life mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves must lovers of Eros end up with Venus muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you how I hate disease, it’s like worrying that comes true and it simply must not be able to happen in a world where you are possible my love nothing can go wrong for us, tell me Frank...
Feb 22nd
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“There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you...”
– Tennessee Williams (via loveyourchaos)
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Listenorchestre: cheerleader // st. vincent
Feb 22nd
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“When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to...”
– “The Secret,” Jeffrey McDaniel (via clavicola)
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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can someone fly me back into New York so I could eat all my favorite food? Or just ship it here?
Feb 20th
fuckyeahexistentialism: Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, ...
Feb 20th
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