January 2012
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words...”
– T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding.”
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December 2011
somewhere down, down,
down in the ocean of sound, sound,
we’ll live in slow-motion,
and be free
with doors unlocked and opened.
“don’t fucking move
‘cause everything you think you have will go to...”
making recipe cards at 4am
Late night thoughts.
watercolourcocaine:
What if when I get older…
…they finally cure Type 1 Diabetes.
But then I got Type 2.
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“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe...”
– Sufjan Stevens
