May 2012
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Spray our dreams on any surface where the paint will stick.
– High Hawk Season, The Mountain Goats
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expiry:
writing about your feelings and then putting ‘idk’ at the end so you don’t sound like a faggot
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i’m jealous of your pillows and of your sheets i want to hear the sound of your heartbeat
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...
– Sylvia Plath (via selfinspiration)
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MY MOON MY MAN
MY MOON MY MAN
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I like how I have a bunch of new shows on my hard drive but somehow I always end up re-watching Skins. Ohhayy Season 3.
You’re running a randomised fate model to determine whether you continue in full time education? Yes!
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Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it’s trying to...
– David Levithan (via iflovebeblind)
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Why is the word yes so brief?
It should be
the longest,
the hardest,
so that...
– Vera Pavlova, from “If There Is Something to Desire” (via proustitute)
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fishingboatproceeds:
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll...
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There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I...
– From Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
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When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything...
– From Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
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1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
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