June 2011
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May 2011
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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow...
– Slyvia Plath (via jensbrain)
Sad-o
My sadness feels like heavy earrings that makes my head ache.
Someday...
– Chelsey Minnis, Bad Bad
Oh my God I love this poem.
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this room and everything in it: Fear of Happiness →
rabbit-light:
Looking back, it’s something I’ve always had: As a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator I crouched at the bottom of, my eyes squinched tight, Or staircase whose gaps I was afraid I’d slip through, Though someone always said I’d be all right— Just don’t look down or See, it’s not so bad (The…
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Dear Everyone,
(I’m looking at you old men)
Accidental eye contact while passing in the street is not an invitation to fuck.
I tend to look at or even smile at old people because I feel about old people the way other people feel about babies. Look at them with their adorable arthritis and sweaters. aww. But I sure as hell don’t want to be responsible for one or even be around it long enough to...