February 2012
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Violets, graced by your touch have withered. Orchids, that once defined your delicate beauty grew frail and dull. Daises, oh the daises. The garden, couldn’t withhold the strength of the winds. Roots uplifting, all but one. The Lilacs, the delicate Lilacs.
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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it...
– Edgar Allan Poe
When the most irrelevant people think you're going...
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lydibeck:
I’m growing like the quickening hues I’m telling darkness from lines on you
ineedtogetpaid:
“i hate my life” the angry blogger types on their 15” macbook pro on their king sized bed in their air conditioned 3 story home in suburban america.
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hell is crowded yet
you always think that you are
alone.
and you can never...
– Charles Bukowski
Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.
– Kurt Vonnegut
she is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. there is no other word for it.
– The Hours of Michael Cunningham
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I can be pretty harsh when I’m upset.
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side Of Paradise
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