July 2012
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msbadguyy:
60s soul.
just. ugh
June 2012
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Here I am: a bundle of past recollections and future dreams knotted up in a...
– Sylvia Plath (via dreamfuzzin)
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The Beatles Never Existed →
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.
– Margaret Atwood (via wring-out-the-rain)
kill me
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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things...
– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via 4mbivalent)
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So, on my way home tonight
I was listening to the oldies station KOMA (an awful name for any radio station, particularly of said genre).
This lady called in to request a song. She asked them to play “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen, and she told the DJ about how she’d lost someone very dear to her that day. I totally just bawled almost all the way home. But it was also a nice moment, in a way.