August 2011
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“Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved...”
– Whitney Otto (via thenocturnals)
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“Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words...”
– Roland Barthes (via astonishments)
WatchBeautiful.
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This is too accurate not to reblog
Popular girls:
Popular boys:
Me and my friends:
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“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...”
– Neil Gaiman (via inspiredbythisfeeling)
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“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As...”
– Cornelia Funke (via inspiredbythisfeeling)
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Do You Dance?
If so, how?
Do you swing? Salsa? Free-form like mad?
Me too.
I know why I dance.
Why do you dance?
Sometime, soon, I will have a Jello Shot Cocktail... →
The idea makes me giddy with glee
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Strangers.
All I want is to find you, and love you,
Just to savor the brief moment our lives touch,
Before we keep walking past.
I always wonder about people. I sit and read, but really, I watch them out of the corners of my eyes and half listen to conversations. It could be because they’re attractive, or stylish, or just have a funky hair color or pretty eyes, or happen to be holding an Asimov...
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One Week Came and Went
A tune by a friend of...
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Sanctuary. or, The Owl Was Very Small.
My hammock is my sanctuary here. My only one.
One other is my car, but that has strings and emotions attached.
So when I have no gas, I stick to my hammock.
It’s an open sort of sanctuary. It gently swings between two trees above stubby grass. One’s a sort of deformed and sideways pine tree. I love it for its oddness. Bare branches are roosts for mourning doves at night. I sometimes...
