February 2012
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I just want to do hoodrat shit with my friends.
– Sylvia Plath (via rearrangethoughts)
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Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which...
– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via suzywire)
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I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the...
– Margaret Atwood, The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart
Being at my parent's house Pt. 1
Background: My Dad generally listens to really bad music, but somehow in the past year has gotten really turned on to My Morning Jacket, which I approve of, because honestly, what is better than putting on The Tennessee Fire and laying in bed crying? It’s cleansing. His current favorites include: Moe, Umphrey’s Mcgee. Essentially he is a frat guy (but not really, he is a dork).
He...