January 2012
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falling in gravity's arms
the once depraved soul who dared to march in the hallowed halls of our forgotten futures are the next best thing to anything. they put the “in” in grin. as if the world needs saving… or more importantly, needs a saviour. a knight in shining armor type. one that we wouldn’t get into too much trouble… yeah, i think i would like him. i would like that he would only be...
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i like soup.
– me myself and i
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if you’re astronomic, then i must be an astronomer.
– me, myself, and i
barry, this is so lovely
sidenote: I just found something out today that potentially just validated a decision I made last year. thanks for the tip, whoever sent it. I always knew. I would be a rich woman had I bet on it.
everybody is looking for the next best thing… but i’m just trying to...
– me, myself, and i
love
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December 2011
22 posts
some kind of wonderful
where the birds are fragile things.
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i am a bad writer.
if i could choose words to fit my definitions, i’d hold my head low to silver platter decisions.
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false adoration in the form of "who knew?"
stars are not heavenly. they are not the pinnacle symbol of romanticism. sun gazing on the other hand, takes the light straight from your eyes. you have seen nothing better than that. no loophole. just what you see. a visual hurricane of everything you desire.
but who knew? my only wish was to do that to you.
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if kid drawings were real
i absolutely adore this concept. this is on a different level of genius.
November 2011
16 posts
a nightmas story
we’re going to be like it’s a wonderful life. you’re the lasso around the moon, and i’m the lady admiring the view.
“sally et adventure. a little vignette of her travels overseas…” i asked my boyfriend to take my figurine sally on his trip to europe and take lots photos! …surprisingly, he did just that! <3
justin borja: empirical riot (ffb&l) →
this is the space between home and the place where i can’t breathe, so send a rocket to pick this body up, to desired convulsions, to other-worldly splendor, to me and you.
a fall is just that, to the ground, to the bottom of a well, to an unceremonious swell. this is a love song, without a…
he’s the sweetest!
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