January 2011
Fuck you, 2010
Smell ya later. Top three worst years of my life.
December 2010
fuck the hatred out
I will fawningly praise your nude candid photos- savevsdeath in the gee mails
I will write your OK Cupid profile- savevsdeath at gmail- results guaranteed
I just don’t know what to do with myself I just don’t know what to do with myself Baby if your new love ever turns you down Come back I’ll be around Just waiting for you I don’t know what else to do
third act
To die, to sleep No more - and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to - ‘tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep - Hamlet
re-reading "The Catcher in the Rye"
It’s been about 20 years since I last read “The Catcher in the Rye”and it is a very different book to me now. When I was a kid, it was just a homework assignment, but it was comforting to find a kindred spirit in Holden. Now looking back, I find myself longing for a way to catch him before he plummets off the cliff. Often imitated, never duplicated.
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rogerklotz:
shoegaze makes me want to fuck.
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Know what would hit the spot right now? boobs...
hit my ask box if you would like for me to pretend...
hit my ask box if you would like for me to hit on...
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I hate when people just disappear out of my life
at least have the decency to tell me off.
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All the girls I follow on tumblr are so fucking...
and the fellows make me feel better about my physical attractiveness. JKJKJKJKJK
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Nobody on the outside, no, not even God himself, knows what a man suffers on the...
– The Air-Conditioned Nightmare by Henry Miller (via thechocolatebrigade)
Just started re-reading “Tropic of Cancer”- forgot how much I like Miller’s style.
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