December 2008
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i need to find someone.
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“Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on...”
– taking the hands: a blessing
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“Last night in your bed we were three: the moon you & me”
– Octavio Paz (via anonymousi) (via havent-got-a-prayer) (via applewagon)
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A 20-year-old model photographed as if she were... →
hellovagina: (via scout) this is super interesting.
Dec 23rd
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baabies
evelyn: i love that babies have such big heads that they don’t need pillows aha.
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Two women who met at end of First World War still... →
I hope I can maintain a friendship like this, regardless of when it starts or when it started.
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Wood and Wires →
my old band. I miss us today
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“It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of...”
– Confucius (via reluctantbuddha)
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I Wrote This For You →
this website is incredible, please check it out
Dec 20th
this is all true & to be a better person, you...
endingtheletter: deadshot: srsly: applewagon: you meet someone & even though you just met, you feel this history, a sense of belonging, and a sense of togetherness that you don’t usually have with people. maybe you can talk to her for hours, forgetting the time, maybe you talk despite the time. the two of you laugh and order another drink and end up late for everything. the time you...
Dec 20th
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Meet the world’s only immortal animal  →
Dec 19th
“Sparks is dead, yall.”
– Dear Sparks, Miss U: A Eulogy By HIPSTER RUNOFF
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“ Going north means going into something deeper than silence. Mist hangs for hours in the woods and apparitions singing in dreams know places you will never see. You will know when you are north by the edge of the day and the slight aura surrounding the trees. Something in your muscles will be trying to remember ancient directions, the way into old hunting grounds, and if you died and...
Dec 10th