May 2011
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we ain't got no money, honey, but we got rain
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the rains of the depression era. there wasn't any money but there was plenty of rain. it wouldn't rain for just a night or a day, it would RAIN for 7 days and 7 nights and in Los Angeles the storm drains weren't built to carry off taht much water and the rain came down THICK and MEAN and...
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“Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
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“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to...”
– Henry Rollins (via lajoiedevivre)
unrequited
you know that point where the thought of, “How did this happen AGAIN?!” is so loud in your brain it’s the only thing you can hear? … yeah, i fuckin hate this part …
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this song just makes me happy all over
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i fucking love may swenson
Blue
by May Swenson
Blue, but you are Rose, too, and buttermilk, but with blood dots showing through. A little salty your white nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs shoot back of your ears’ Rose that tongues like to feel the maze of, slip into the funnel, tell a thunder-whisper to. When I kiss, your eyes’ straight lashes down crisp go like doll’s blond straws. Glazed iris Roses,...
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