Joan Jett at The Whiskey, photographed by Brad Elterman, 1977 (x)
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2 hours ago on May 24, 2013 at 07:09pm
Petrichor.
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The room is dark.
The truth is hidden.
You still haven’t come.
And I’m not sure why
But my life just keeps on passing me by.
And you won’t come about
No matter how much I shout.
So I’ll just have to get up
And walk myself out.
The lights come on.
The room is bright.
The truth is seen.
Hey, I'm Lexie. Let's get married.
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well ok then…
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2 hours ago on May 24, 2013 at 07:06pm
The bed itself is an operating table
where my dreams slice me to pieces.
Anne Sexton, Lost Lies (via madnessismymiddlename)
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9 hours ago on May 24, 2013 at 12:21pm
I have zero recollection of this but apparently I’ve got Kieran figured out, man.
9 hours ago on May 24, 2013 at 12:20pm
‘What of art?’
‘It is a malady.’
‘Love?’
‘An illusion.’
‘Religion?’
‘A fashionable substitute for belief.’
‘You are a sceptic.’
‘Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.’
‘What are you?’
‘To define is to limit.’
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via larmoyante)
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1 day ago on May 23, 2013 at 06:48pm
my dad came to borrow my laptop and all he said was “OH GOD YOU LOOK FRIGHTENING GIVE ME THE CHARGER” and then he left
1 day ago on May 23, 2013 at 11:50am
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1 day ago on May 23, 2013 at 11:25am
in which corinna describes what she imagines my life to be
1 day ago on May 23, 2013 at 10:31am
why can’t I ever have a single day where everything goes right why does everything just get worse all the time like are you forreal right now
2 days ago on May 22, 2013 at 06:08pm
