February 2011
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-mints:
and some days I don’t miss my family ...
January 2011
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the problem with being legal is that you can get alcohol, but you have to worry about your parents finishing it all off.
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i wish i knew how to look the way i feel.
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The Guess Who - These Eyes
These eyes watched...
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“Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err,...”
– James Joyce’s “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”
transitioningshadows asked: hello :). ezra pound would be my mad god.
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IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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Ben: Why do you hate me?
Me: Because you killed my brother!
Ben: You don't have a-GASP!
Me: Exactly!
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Coldplay - The Scientist
blastisbeautiful:
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catherinejenageorge:
eartofear:
eveebear:
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I know your species, I’ve seen it before
In a zoo behind a wall of glass
I know your shiny green hide
I know your flicking forked tongue
And your pointy toes that scuttle
And your bulging eyes that dart
Your scaly tail slicing the air in your wake
I’ve seen you in a tree
Perched on a branch
Likening yourself to a bird
Surveying the forest floor
Licking up bugs
Looking at the sky
Feeling...
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90lbwuss:
Cat Stevens - Wild World
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Watchxeurix:
CLICK THE SQUARES.
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I looked into the kaleidoscope and there you were,
stumbling and tumbling around,
getting smacked in the face by
incomprehensible shapes and colours.
“What are you doing in there?” I asked, concerned.
You reached futilely for the spinning walls,
your eyes open wide and your legs parted,
and replied, “I thought this was a microscope
I wanted to see things in acute detail
but it would seem that the lens got too close
and the glass smashed...
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“I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in...”
– James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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“What did it profit a man to gain the whole world if he lost his soul? At last...”
– James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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william blake's "the tyger"
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What...
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i want january to just hurry on its way so that my t.v. shows can come back. i miss my t.v. shows.
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