February 2012
Just a quick hi!
Before I board the plane to the 24hr leap year day in Disneyland!!!!!!! Expect pics!!! Love you tumblr fam
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“When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of...”
– Tim Burton (via hymntohope)
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thought processes. by J.W. Bouwman
Often times, when the deepest nights hit, I am awake in my bed, remembering the sound of your breath, your inflection as you spoke the syllables of my name. There’s a curl in my name, that I will never see used again. Where do we go after that quick stop shiver of never again? This skin feels no longer familiar and I ache to push my way outside of it. Yet within this need to strip myself...
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“I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when...”
– Dave Eggers (via larmoyante)
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Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from Tender is the... →
killingcharlemagne: They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as…
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confused. by J.W. Bouwman
We never speak anymore. Every day I open that page and type long messages of fumbletongued confusion, only to slowly erase each one letter by letter and never hit send. It’s an unopened dialogue better left unsaid. I’d like to say that I miss the knowing of you, but I never really did. Know you, I mean. You never gave me anything of you, which is something I’ve only just...
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“Your voice was a moan of wanting against my skin, and I could see it, your...”
– Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)
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Something about myself
I find endlessly amusing: So in Canada everything is in French and English right? Well nothing annoys the Francophiles more than when you pronounce the names of stuff improperly. Like right now I’m eating Harvest Crunch granola and I ALWAYS call it Croak Nature. I know how to pronounce it. I was in AP French with full A+ marks. I just prefer not to. Cos it makes me happy. So there.
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I know..
visualdepository replied to your post: Confession sshh, don’t talk like that. She would want you to enjoy yourself and she knows you think of her often. But you know how i get more than anyone *hugs you tight*
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