February 2011
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
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For Each Ecstatic Instant
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears ~Emily Dickinson
Feb 26th
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“I took my Power in my Hand I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the...”
– Emily Dickinson (via itsakaylee)
Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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Listenherpioneersaboteur: ‘Dance Yrself Clean’ by LCD...
Feb 24th
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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“It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for...”
– Rosemarie Urquico (via nikkisenecal)
Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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ListenThird Eye Blind yes.
Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Vagina Monologues 2011
I dance to disappear, I dance to know I’m here, I dance because I’m horny, because I’m holy, because I want to forget.
Feb 20th
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The Hot Mess Handbook - aka just make sure men are... →
Feb 18th
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20 ways to be popular at an expensive private... →
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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One More.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs- The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round- A Wooden way Of Ground, of Air, or Ought- Regardless grown, a Quartz conentment, like a stone- This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing...
Feb 15th
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Emily Dickinson :Books.
I never was much of a fan of Emily Dickinson, but times have changed. Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality.   We slowly drove- he knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, for His Civility- We passed the School, where Children strove As Recess-in the Ring- We passed the Fields of Gazing...
Feb 15th
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Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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Listenheroichearts: Bon Iver - “For Emma” With all...
Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 10th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 6th
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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