January 2012
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Anonymous asked: Are you in NC?
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“I am the death of all and the birth of all. Word and memory, fortitude and...”
– Christophe (Choses Secrètes, 2002)
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Listen
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あなたも
“I feel like your boobs were made to hold my eyes and hide them.”
– Romantic Kat
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Apparently Grizzly Bear and Deerhunter were...
December 2011
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elodieeye:
everyone must know about how much i miss playing super smash brothers and eating raw cookie dough with my gainesville counterpart/companion, krystin.
and i also miss her dog.
Fruits of my loins! I miss being blissfully unproductive in pjs with this one. We can go on for days without a single fuck.
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Anonymous asked: Bien sur cherie. I clashed with this diary of yours by pure coincidence as we continue to dissipate from each others lives. For some reason you have left a lasting impression on me. I guess I will continue to wait and see. Who knows, maybe some generous wind will bring something back. Hopefully a smell. I don't think I have forgotten it. I know now how pure loneliness tastes like, I guess I...
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Because Kat and I rather have an Ella Fitzgerald...
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WatchUsed this for my paper on modern educational reforms, covering the shift from creative and ideological thinking to pragmatic assembly. This one is for you, my dearest Scott. No, it has nothing to do with “corporate greed” or the fact that you are struggling with your art degree, sorry Occupiers! Enjoy this ‘fuck you, stop your empty whining and at least attempt to offer...
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“If you can approach the world’s complexities, both its glories and its horrors,...”
– Daniel Dennett, Breaking The Spell (via philphys)
November 2011
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Je t'aime totalement, tendrement, tragiquement.
Moi aussi, Paul.
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A six hour road trip with a kind stranger and...
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Just finished listening to the emphatic weeping of...
for a few minutes, while drinking coffee on my balcony. It’s one of those days:
You still don’t understand?
Throw the emptiness in your arms out into that space we breathe; maybe birds will feel the air thinning as they fly deeper into themselves.
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I can’t sleep. This song always revives the...
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Sleeplessness and the disaster of amnesia.
I cautiously lowered my body onto the bed, as to not wake her. My eyelids trod to the strain of darkness until she leaned over and whispered “I love you” into my ear. I lay idly, listening to her breath stagger and grow unsteady. Sleep would not ensnare me; I knew that with the death of each breath, the moment would dissipate into the uncertainty of human memory. I listened and felt a tear trek...
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