April 2011
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Be Drunk
aperfectcommotion: “You have to be always drunk… So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.”   -Baudelaire
Apr 24th
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ireadintothings: Two things I want to do in this order: 1) Get my book published 2) Kill myself
Apr 24th
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Writers and Kitties →
New favorite blog.
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“Hesher is a loner. He hates the world and everyone in it. He has long greasy...”
– pretty much the definition of a tumblr user. hesher should be called ‘tumblr’  (via xratedshow) Hey! My name isn’t spelled like that.
Apr 13th
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“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to...”
– Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund  (via loveyourchaos)
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shit gets old.
somethingbetter:
Apr 10th
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civis-daedala asked: I miss you! How is Austin treating you?
Apr 8th
fluttering-slips: Resurrection-proof I want to die with Keats in my pocket along with a jar of honey, a piece of your underwear (the one with the bow), some of Magritte’s nightblue sky, a coin for the Ferryman poling the river, And enough smooth stones to weigh me down, Proof against the promise of my ascent. Matthew Wills  
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Tell Me In the Morning: this guy isn't fucking... →
tellmeinthemornin: Dream Song 29 John Berryman There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time Henry could not make good. Starts again always in Henry's ears the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime. And there is...
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“We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same...”
– John Keats (via fuckyeahkeats)
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