December 2010
23 posts
Anonymous asked: If you could fly to Indiana and hang out with One Person. Who would it be...?

btw, you're beautiful and I miss the stuff that is, you. Writing, good-looks, candid smiles, kid voices, arguments, discussion, cheekiness.
Dec 31st
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I am so ready for the break I never catch.
Dec 29th
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You think you have that shock and awe thing working for you. I am neither shocked, nor awed. 
Dec 29th
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Pretending you don’t care is worse than pretending that you do.
Dec 28th
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the triangle of your white shirt between two walls of black leather
Dec 26th
Dec 24th
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Suppressing sexuality is just another way to bring it to the forefront of our consciousness.  
Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
I LOVE YOU KAYT
Hacking while you are at work… -Emily >.<
Dec 21st
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“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born...”
– Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath (via comelylittletree)
Dec 17th
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Listenwolforgy: Goin’ to Acapulco- Jim James &...
Dec 16th
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2010-12-12) →
Sufjan Stevens (33) Wu-Tang Clan (22) The Strokes (13) Andrew Bird (11) Lotte Kestner (9) Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
Dec 15th
The internet is such a wonderful place, it is. But I realize how much of my life it consumes. I realize how spoiled I am to be able to endlessly satisfy my curiosity. Maybe we aren’t supposed to have all this knowledge at our fingertips. Maybe we shouldn’t be able to find the answers to any question we have or remember quotes we forgot or look up lyrics to songs we don’t...
Dec 14th
“Whatever an education is, it should make you a unique individual, not a...”
– John T. Gatto
Dec 14th
“The hipster movement did not produce artists, but tattoo artists. It did not...”
– NY Magazine (via notforthethrill)
Dec 14th
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You don’t know what you’re missing; it’s my lips you could be kissing. 
Dec 14th
ListenYou Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere by Glen...
Dec 8th
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I am unbinding the hem of many wars from my mind And remembering, with joy, the days Of our youth when life, once rosy with hope, Seemed a beautiful and holy thing; When morning came freshly, Like so many of your soft kisses on my lips. There are many battles In my head, these days. 
Dec 8th
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For f*ck’s sake, let’s not be fake. 
Dec 7th
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Dec 5th
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