February 2012
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1:30 showers in the dark, with all the doors open
the seemingly dangerous thrill
in wanting to feel the breeze on your wet skin
January 2012
28 posts
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calloutqueen:
the only Cazwell song worth listening to is the one where Jonny Makeup and a Beyonce drag queen are everything
talking about you so early in the morning has left me feeling a little hollow
but its ok
because i am trying
right babe?
People talk about their own and others’ illnesses more freely than they are able...
– (via useyourwordsasher)
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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and...
– Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn” (via osram-akoma)
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...
– Franz Kafka (via lisa-frankenstein)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anaïs Nin (via nicothenick)
December 2011
35 posts
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the sound of magpies and pigeons (?) in the morning is a quintessentially australian morning for me. i’m often disorientated if i do not hear this when i am up in the mornings. as someone that was not born here i can’t help but frame it that way. once it was the sound of the ocean. another time the sound of trains. then cars. cows. footsteps. the warbling of the magpies was from when i...
i’m drunk right now
and i did so many things wrong tonight
but i danced
i danced and forgot for a moment
i danced and only heard the music
i haven’t done that for so long
i wanted to kiss someone tonight
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obviously prancing around naked & over using photo booth is also an option
yuck. worst day ever
a giant fucking raspberry to everything
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you people
a favourite late night activity →
..: Before Summer Rain Suddenly, from all the... →
pinatasmashing:
Before Summer Rain
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don’t know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome:
so much solitude…
hrm
my current two minds
gosh i hurt and i want to cuddle/sleep
gosh i’m restless i wish i could fuck/talk to someone
my skin has this wonderful…soft coarseness? to it at the moment
i also look like i have been stained by an erratic tea bag in every other place
in other news the cleaning is over