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puss-in-high-heels: puss in high heels

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:45:04 -0400

puss-in-high-heels:

puss in high heels

posh-lost: This was when I didn’t go to school because I was...

Wed, 22 May 2013 08:18:28 -0400

posh-lost:

This was when I didn’t go to school because I was sick.

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Wed, 22 May 2013 06:15:36 -0400

La Fawundah: Why do people worry about such stupid stuff. I’ve been sucked into it,...

Wed, 22 May 2013 03:02:12 -0400

La Fawundah: Why do people worry about such stupid stuff. I’ve been sucked into it,...:

fawun:

Why do people worry about such stupid stuff. I’ve been sucked into it, I worry about material things and what I look like and what I wear, does my bag go with my dress, I need a new bag.
I was thinking on the bus just then that perhaps it’s all a distraction from everything real. Everything real…

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violentwavesofemotion: Anne Sexton, from The Sea Corpse

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:41:34 -0400

violentwavesofemotion:

Anne Sexton, from The Sea Corpse

"She was lying on on her face, thrusting her face into the pillow and clutching it in both hands. Her..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:41:26 -0400

“She was lying on on her face, thrusting her face into the pillow and clutching it in both hands. Her heart was being torn. Her youthful body was shuddering all over as though in convulsions. Suppressed sobs rent her bosom and suddenly burst out in weeping and wailing, then she pressed closer into the pillow: she did not want anyone here, not a living soul, to know of her anguish and her tears. She bit the pillow, bit her hand until it bled (I saw that afterwards), or, thrusting her fingers into her disheveled hair, seemed rigid with the effort of restraint, holding her breath and clenching her teeth.”

- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via c-ovet)

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Wed, 22 May 2013 02:41:21 -0400

"Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously..."

Wed, 22 May 2013 02:37:35 -0400

“Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.”

- Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via c-ovet)

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Wed, 22 May 2013 02:33:59 -0400

you say you want to die but, you still put that seat belt on and look both ways before crossing...

Tue, 21 May 2013 09:09:37 -0400

you say you want to die but,
you still put that seat belt on
and look both ways before crossing the street
you lock your windows and doors
you would scream if someone was following you late at night
you would run for your life
but you do want to die
you just want to die on your own terms.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 08:28:11 -0400

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Tue, 21 May 2013 08:19:57 -0400

"Don’t you hate that? Uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel it’s necessary to talk about bullshit in..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:19:41 -0400

“Don’t you hate that? Uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel it’s necessary to talk about bullshit in order to feel comfortable? That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special; when you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.”

- Pulp Fiction (via jacobowens)

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