February 2011
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January 2011
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Jan 31st
“Change. It’s a wonderful thing. Look, you know how subatomic particles...”
– Skins
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Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow and...
I promise you I won’t ever stop exploring. I won’t ever give up, I won’t ever give in. I have no one to share this with so I’ll share it anonymously. I worry so often I’ll never fall in love, never be held again, never feel lips on the back of my neck the way that yours felt years ago. But what is even scarier is never seeing the stars, or noticing the new flower...
Jan 22nd
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bukowski
libraries: I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Jan 19th
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“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via babyfaline, aliz-ard-deactivated20100919) (via hmyesok)
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Jan 13th
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let it enfold you
I began to see things: coffee cups lined up behind a counter in a cafe. or a dog walking along a sidewalk. or the way the mouse on my dresser top stopped there with its body, its ears, its nose, it was fixed, a bit of life caught within itself and its eyes looked at me and they were beautiful. then- it was gone
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flashback
i found myself drawn to you again, much like months back. dangling from each word you said, i found myself staring at your smirk while you spoke with friends we hardly ever see. i secretly anticipated the way you’d look at me every so often, the way you’d bite your lip, and the way we danced. a few drinks and we left, only to find ourselves tangled in a mess of red sheets that were...
Jan 10th
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Exit Through The Gift Shop
Very unsure of how I feel about you. I don’t think I really like you much, Tierry Guetta. 
Jan 3rd
“I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me...”
– Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
Jan 3rd
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