February 2012
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i didn't see god's face, after all
lookedlikelaughing:
please, fog, surround me, enter my body through my nose, my skin, my mouth, and let me rise and pass like you, let me rub up against window-panes breathe in cotton thrust my hand down & grab your BVDs
blood sings, nerves hum to the pulsating heat radiating off the cold wood floor (i can only offer myself wholly and let you take what you please.) - now alone, ...
peter (the cactus)
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the water simmered in tight, pearl curls. it smoked well into dusk-soaked memories, sand particles on face, lacking time.
i found patience in the thousands of dragonflies which skated on the surface of decayed river tension. teal clouds drifted like wild nebulas, like minute masses of energy in manic membranes, gliding across an light brush-stroked wet-dream.
i spoke eons...
myparentswereawesome:
Rod
Submitted by Jeannette
super into whoever’s dad this is
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this is important.
hammerito:
AHHHHHHHH I JUST FOUND ALL 7 SEASONS OF THE WEST WING STREAMING YESSSSSSS WHADDUP
HERE
I’m in love with the internet! and Josh Lyman. THE INTERNET AND JOSH LYMAN EXCLUSIVELY.
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vprndthdsk asked: How?
http://emmaiocovozzi.tumblr.com/ask →
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“Photography is too easy in a superficial way, and in consequence is treated...”
– Alvin Langdon Coburn, in: The Future of Pictorial Photography, 1916 (via conscientious)
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Anonymous asked: going through your archives is one of my favorite things to do. you have the absolute best taste in music and film - thank you for introducing me to so much quality stuff!
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Anonymous asked: you're really pretty.
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M.I.A. Shouldn’t Have Apologized : The New Yorker →
The outrage is tiresome and deeply hypocritical, in all the tiresome ways you’ve been tired out by before. M.I.A. was illustrating her line, acting out the attitude of the words: performing. Fine, it may not be legal to flip the bird on television, but that’s simply a remnant of the fifties we haven’t shaken. Unless somebody was handing out Xanax with the foam fingers, Lucas Oil Stadium was...
