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“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.” — Edgar Allan Poe // honeyhands (via forlorn)
by Mari Katogi
Life would be complete if I could meet her but then I’d say something awkward like ‘I wanna be on you’ and she’d call out the security.
(rackattack:distractedbytheshiny:thedaintysquid:ancientbruises)
Dear Old House That I Grew Up In. (via SaylaMarz)
Tam got to 2nd base with Amanda Palmer tonight, I have proof.
Does this count as snpoy monday?
Also, I’m a classy lady.
My blog just turned 2!
Koala / Aglet / T-Rex arms :o)
Ouch. Yet totally true.
10 reasons to avoid talking on the phone - The Oatmeal -
(via noradioalreadystolen)
Visitor.
sltwtrkisses:(via beatlesnerd)
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
Charles Bukowski