October 2010
“sometimes that’s all there is, a love song with an end.”
– A
(don’t fear) the reaper | blue Öyster cult
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Anonymous asked: the 'you's in your poetry/writing aren't always directed toward one person specifically, are they?
“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You...”
– JSF
call me your bitch & your whore. →
james joyce. how romantic.
“the bigger the pants, the bigger the romance!”
– JESSE CAMP
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and the moment I can feel that you feel that way...
you wish on pennies
e y e l a s h e s
1 2 : 3 4
1 1 : 1 1
for these are the wishing times!
and your bedroom floor littered with
the ends of knotted straw wrappers
torn apart
to see if anyone is thinking of you
you don’t want to believe
but secretly think, maybe I am too stupid romantic for this world…
your hands were always too cold to be...
EAR BLISS →
NPR Music’s first video simulcast: Sigur Rós’ singer in a solo concert, originally webcast live, in video, from Los Angeles on Oct. 17.
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say (live) | cat power
learn to say the same...
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julia stiles gets all holes filled part deux.
April Lulabee: lolll
April Lulabee: they put brown contacts on her
April Lulabee: NICE TRY
April Lulabee: I KNOW IT'S HER
Elliot: lol
Elliot: ID RECOGNIZE THAT SHITTY ACTING ANYWHERE
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you who never arrived by rainer maria rilke
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me — the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once...
Anonymous asked: your turn to ask.
Anonymous asked: your eyes hold an ocean of tears. your lips are the setting for murder. bright. red. remember.
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know your onion! | the shins
