suavecitoiguess asked: What a fine tumblr you have. Thank you!
Thank you kind sir.
22 hours ago on May 27, 2012 at 11:08pm
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Title: LCD Soundsystem - All My Friends
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“You’re talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it’s better when we pretend”
“All My Friends,” by LCD Soundsystem
You weren’t supposed to find me here.
(via samschulte)
I swear one day I’ll come good, I’m just stuttering right now. I swear one day I’ll come good and somehow I hope you know.
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Title: Sweater Weather
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“Sweater Weather,” by The Neighbourhood
Just right.
(via penseesduchoeur)
You demand some
Cheap rationale
For the way
I move my limbs, and my
God you are as trite as
Stale bubble gum
In, albeit charming
Foil trim
You are a hazard
To my mayhem
And I prefer to look
Away, thank you
(via shotgun-season)
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Jaime Gil de Bieda
(via cinnamonappletea)
Anonymous asked: Have you ever been in love?
I have. Whatever that means.
2 days ago on May 26, 2012 at 10:10am
“Stumble—” just the word I’ve been looking for these last three days. Finally.
(via pushthemovement)
He better hold you, so tightly
Darling girl
That when you restrain
His knuckles will go white, and
Then, briefly
He will relent
And your wrist, he’ll
Let loose—
go
(via billowy)
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3 days ago on May 25, 2012 at 07:28pm
Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.
Jean Cocteau
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I've Ever Met [or haven't],
That is the beauty of all things transferred by word of mouth. This foreign tongue the mind speaks, alone, must be translated into a language you and I know. Intricacy in ideas woven by parts of speech and pauses before the breath begins again. The struggle to make sense, to make these concepts bend and break. Writing is not glamorous, it’s dirty. Man is the ultimate hypocrite and contradicts himself even amidst slaving over his creation. Yet, it is in the interim, the break between thoughts trapped and released, that I find most rewarding. xo, Ellie
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