April 2012
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sugarandtheweather replied to your post: my phone broke. this is like an answer to all of… Fuck. No you can’t do that to me :( SORRY TTYL
Apr 4th
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my phone broke. this is like an answer to all of my prayers. i dont have to talk to anyone now. 
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“Unlike Parmenides, Beethoven apparently viewed weight as something positive....”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera
Apr 3rd
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where the fuck is my tax return. i need groceries. and a bong.
Apr 3rd
In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you. You’re asleep, I’m screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up. And like before, you’ve got no interest in the life you live when you’re awake. Your dreams still follow storylines, like fictions you would make. So I lie down against your back, until we’re both back in the hospital. But now...
Apr 3rd
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“There’s a bear inside your stomach The cub’s been kicking you for...”
– Bear - The Antlers
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Apr 2nd
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will you feel the hurt and know it?
[[MORE]] during a portion of my 4aco journey, i wrote quite a bit, and it was all so fast and so fluid that i scarcely remembered what i wrote, just a few snapshot concepts and ideas. and after it was all over, i never read it. not for a specific reason but because i felt that i didn’t need to; it was not yet pertinent. instead i was just filled with the belief that what i wrote was for...
Apr 2nd
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“I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I...”
– Henry Miller from Tropic of Cancer
Apr 2nd
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“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when...”
– Henry Miller (via tantum)
Apr 2nd
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i wear the customary clothes of my time, like jesus did, with no reason not to die facing history, with little to no irony like i’m some forgotten southern city Sherman razed still hid under thick smoke after all these years these hands, are my father’s hands but smaller soaked in paint thinner, until they’re so dry coming together, they make the sound of resisting each...
Apr 2nd
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