March 2012
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I’m sorry I don’t call. Sorry I snuck down the stairs and out to the mouth of a...
– Jeanann Verlee, Genetics of Regret (via grammatolatry)
February 2012
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Scalpers are the real 'criminals'. And in the... →
fuckyeahfionaapple:
I didn’t manage to get tickets. They were gone as soon as they became available.
biggest bullshit in the world. me and two of my friends tried for 3 different dates, exactly at 12 an NO ONE GOT TICKETS. fuck stubhub and ticketmaster and the venues and EVERYONEEEEEE
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the drunkest girl in the room →
new blog post from yours truly
all about drinking too much and too often
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Every day is so full of tornadoes; I can’t see straight anymore.
– Jonathan Carroll, Voice of Our Shadow (via taylamp)
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I just want to know what’s going to happen. Where will I be next year? Actually,...
– Apocalypstick (via symbiosis)
lol god i love her
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Some of the worst mistakes in my life have been haircuts
– Jim Morrison (via undergarybuseysbed)
pretty sure this is from The Doors movie. relevant nonetheless
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I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do.
A box made out of...
– Richard Siken, “Detail of the Woods”
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When you first wake up and the one good eye focuses on my face, I only ask if...
– Eireann Corrigan, “She Tries Out for Varsity and Only Makes JV”
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When I said I wasn’t with another girl
the January after we fell in love for...
– Jon Sands, A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You (via holdonmagnolia)
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You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening
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– Richard Siken, excerpt from “Straw House, Straw Dog” (via wolvesatnight)
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No one could blame American women here if they all suddenly decided to leave the...
– John Oliver on American contraception debates, The Bugle 183 (via sixpencesoulcake)
pretty much
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punched the fridge, an old 1950s model, avocado green
and stocky—hadn’t worked...
– Kellam Ayres, “His Hand”
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I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I...
– Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices” (via awritersruminations)
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I got drunk, and I suppose it was nice to have soft edges instead of hard ones,...
– Jo Walton, Among Others (via holdonmagnolia)
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There’s no one who could be everything
for me. That’s what I tell you
walking...
– Stacie Cassarino, Brooklyn Morning
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