October 2011
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“I’d love to do a musical. I don’t really like musicals, per se, but sort of a...”
– Cillian Murphy (via saint-kitten)
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I would think the majority of my facebook friends...
if I hadn’t seen them graduate highschool myself.
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fuckyeahyoulaughed: sometimes i look at my internet history and wonder why i’m not on some kind of FBI watch list
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the cypria 「11.1-12」
She clothed herself with garments which the Graces and Hours had made for her and dyed in flowers of spring — such flowers as the Seasons wear — in crocus and hyacinth and flourishing violet and the rose’s lovely bloom, so sweet and delicious, and heavenly buds, the flowers of the narcissus and lily. In such perfumed garments is Aphrodite clothed at all seasons. Then laughter-loving...
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If you hear a rustling, in the woods, and you know...
what-is-this-i-dont-even: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE DONT JUST LOOK AROUND LIKE “OH WUZ DAT A BIRD HURR” NO RUN YOUR ASS. RUN YOUR WHITE, NO ASS HAVING ASS OUT OF THERE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
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Crimes - The Blood Brothers
And we’re just like those condom wrappers. Used up, torn up, thrown away. And we’re just like yesterday’s headlines: drifting, floating, towards the blaze. If we rob the liquor store we could be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn. And if we rob the Mayor’s mansion, we could pawn his modern art and make a fortune. And if we rob the lonely widow,we could steal her credit cards...
Oct 18th
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Three years, saw the decimation of the world in...
(So now I feel like a child again) Bandaid. Just a bloody bandaid. That’s all I ever really was to you, Eloise. Just a soldier with a syndrome and dreams of children screams. You molded, you shaped, like a god who loathed to create. Bandaids. Two infected bandaids. That’s all we were to each other Eloise Just a couple of stupid kids throwing a ball back and forth. Just to see who...
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