December 2010
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Dec 29th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 24th
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It used to be
I could sleep this away, or at least the time dealing with it. I could do something, anything, to keep my mind off of it. I can no longer sleep- I haven’t slept for what’s going on seventeen hours. I can no longer occupy myself- I can’t concentrate anything. Of books, I don’t absorb a word. Of movies, I can’t help but noticing the people, in the fictional sense...
Dec 24th
Dec 23rd
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ListenI give myself three days to feel better Or I...
Dec 23rd
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Dec 23rd
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“I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different,...”
– A Farewell to Arms
Dec 23rd
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Fever 103 by Sylvia Plath
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable Of licking clean The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin. The tinder cries. The indelible smell Of a snuffed candle! Love, love, the low smokes roll From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel. Such yellow sullen...
Dec 22nd
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“Soft hearts provide poor harbor; tin hearts can better stand against time and...”
– The Dream of Perpetual Motion, Dexter Palmer
Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
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Dec 21st
Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 19th
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Dec 12th
“I wish I were close To you as the wet skirt of A salt girl to her body I...”
– (via starvationplantation)
Dec 5th
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