February 2012
Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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Listenfunkyfest: suzy-x: gordonwithers: Third...
Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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Have you ever made out with someone so much and so...
Cus that shit is happening to me right now :)
Feb 27th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 25th
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“Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via earthwormkid)
Feb 25th
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If you try to say the alphabet without moving your...
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
Today
The sun, the blue sky that’s always there Here in Los Angeles. Styrofoam soda cup between the legs warm and cold. Marijuana lemon bar in a paper bag marked Prescriptions. Unsure of what tomorrow will feel like.
Feb 24th
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
Feb 21st
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My birthday is in 9 days
I’ll be 28. I do not want to be 28. Especially since my life is at the lowest point it’s been in a long time. But at least from March 1st through the 6th I’ll be in Portland, which will be nice and make me feel less like a fucking failure.
Feb 21st
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
haylofts: You were the prettiest girl in your high school graduating class in 1927.  Now you have short blue hair and nobody loves you, not even your own children.  They don’t like to have you around because you make them nervous. —Richard Brautigan
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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follow my gordon ramsay poetry blog. it’s getting really popular on the internet.
Feb 18th
Feb 18th
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Aww my friends are flying me out to Portland for...
amaaaaaaazing
Feb 18th
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Oh how I miss you
I miss you, Eric. I miss watching tv with you and then making fun of Titanic drinking coffee the next morning with you. I miss being woken up by your cat. I miss going to the Drawing Room with you. I miss sitting in traffic with you. I just miss you. This sucks.
Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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Feb 17th
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