July 2011
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“have I gone the way of the deathly death?
will this machine finish me
where...”
– my first computer poem, Charles Bukowski (via humancomputer)
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“I know it’s over”
I love both...
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Sonya. Gaga. Melanie. Marko. HOTDAYUM.
Jeff Buckley, i died.
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warmth
I walk into the French resturaunt I work at. Its downpouring outside, but inside it smells like comfort food. There are just enough people here to make it look like it is almost a secret place. Peter’s music is playing- Sufjan Stevens mostly, I love the loop his ipod is on when we are working together. I walk into the sideroom and take a seat intending to get some work done and have a...
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evidence of slack-jaw: no.1
lastknownsunset:
For Jane
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works? in this room the hours of love still make shadows. when you left you took almost everything. I kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be. what you were will not happen again. the tigers have found me ...
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sweetsassymollassy:
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“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their...”
– Oscar Wilde (via bittersweetnouveau)
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“One of the surest tests [of the superiority or inferiority of a poet] is the way...”
– Eliot, T.S., “Philip Massinger,” The Sacred Wood, New York: Bartleby.com, 2000. (via ifoundthemforyou)
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Advice for Vintage Vixens:The Basics of Femininity
“Are you feminine in the best sense of the word…in the way a fellow uses the word?
Do you remember daintiness, at all times?
Can you wear slacks or shorts and still be girlish…and do you avoid them otherwise?
When you’re dressing for an evening date, do you avoid mannish suits?
Do you always remember that white gloves, or a white collar,...
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may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never...
