February 2010
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titanics:feebee:nearthesea:dylanludwig:
I...
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brighteryellow asked: So, I'm thinking about transferring to Iowa, ha. Awesomeeeee future classmates there.
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BABY I CAN SEE YOUR HALO
wotcher:
YOU KNOW YOU’RE MY SAVING GRACE
YOU’RE EVERYTHING I NEED AND MORE
i enjoy calling my seniors from last year
mostly because they have no problem
listening to me freak out over graduation
convincing me that i am not un-dateable
telling me about their college-esque lives
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i graduate in one hundred and twenty five days
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January 2010
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hide and seek, part iv →
iv. Torah study is forbidden, except for the laws of shiva, the Book of Lamentations and the Book of Job When you were young, he would sit next to the bathtub and read to you old diary entries. They seemed old, at least: recollections of the night they brought you home from the hospital, of your first word, of the first time he tried to get you to play catch. He used the same type of dark blue,...
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landpirate:9773:vneckandacardigan:
Jay-Z vs. The...
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“Let me share this. I can do it any way you want, too - I can do it funny, or...”
– Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via brighteryellow)(via labeledbones)
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jim: i was just doing a little joke there about how we'd never met-
pam: i know. i don't care.
i wish i could hook lastfm up to vlc media player
only because i’m legitimately interested in how many episodes of the office i watch on a weekly basis
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i feel like i am destined to be that sister,
the one who drunk dials her brother to tell him how much he means to me.
“you’re just really cool and i’m so lucky to be your brother or you are my sister or no but really i love you so much i’m sorry about that time i pushed you into the star wars lego set and fuck okay i have to go but tell mom i say hi!!!”
“A poet’s job is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to start arguments,...”
– Salman Rushdie
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carpios:blowmyfish:shadesofgold:mrgolightly:
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“I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”
– J.D. Salinger (via animaginaryfriend)
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Rachael: How was running?
me: SO. MUCH. FUN
Rachael: hahahahahahahahaaaaaaa really?
me: actually it wasn't bad, it was nice to get moving for a bit
Rachael: You all looked happy about it
me: well i was pretending i was running from a dementor
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txtsfrmlstnght:
(734): going to the gym drunk. fuck whoever made basketball season and getting a spring break ready body in the same season.
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“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big...”
– Holden Caulfield/The Catcher in the Rye (via parrisanne) (via onthewing) (via allet) (via valmont)
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“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations...”
– George Orwell (“Why I Write,” A Collection of Essays) (via moviescriptendings) (via breathsoftruth) (via isthisblood) (via pretty-bird) (via milkdrop) (via animaginaryfriend)
http://www.formspring.me/trapeze →
this would be an appropriate place to tell me the following things:
if you would like me to hush about ‘hide and seek’
if you are my family member and you have been lurking my tumblr
if you want to name my hair, as clearly it is its own separate being
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hide and seek, part iii →
iii. The mourner may not wear leather shoes There’s a dance on Friday. Was a dance? If we’re being honest here, you’re not sure what day it is anymore. Thursday. Maybe Sunday. You had a dress picked out, that much you know, you had a dress and shoes and earrings, and you had laid them carefully across your desk and the back of your chair. They’re still there, waiting for...