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fainting fiercely.: dead or alive
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I rather prefer the notion of a Schroedinger's cat type of situation wherein you are the cat. I will probably never open the box, but I like knowing that I can. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. The world from my window. Out on a limb in a post-Brexit landscape. Tangga Lagu Barat Terbaru Dan Terpopuler 2016. The Wood Between My Worlds. Because laughter isn't only the best medicine, it is also the best disguise. Living Room Design Ideas. There will always be some wine. Owl in the dark. Rolling in veiled mist.
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fainting fiercely.: foiled
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Tracing an infinity sign onto the palm of my hand doesn't mean this moment will last forever. Remember when Jackson called this his home? It wasn't really. He never should have confused a momentarily comfortable spot on Earth with the one place that would forever call his name: the singular place that exists as a conduit to everything and everywhere else. And anyway, infinity is infinite. It is more than the most, and greater than the greatest. It is the idea that there isn't any such thing as all.
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fainting fiercely.: astral
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Time slips by noticeably unnoticed, as I have ceased to mark it. There is always more (until there isn't, but then why would I care? And you are all feeling the same way it would seem, because everyone has gone on hiatus or slipped into the ether or fallen away thinking no one is really listening anyway. But I have been waiting, aching, pacing the room, listening intently for your swift return. Projecting, most likely. Labels: love and nightmares. My mother fucked Mick Jagger. The world from my window.
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fainting fiercely.: prosaic amusements
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We like to speak of weathered books and silky ballgowns and chipped teacups and crepe paper fascinations. We are united in our love for the way an old, threadbarren rug feels under our feet. We are prone to using ostentatious wording, airy phrasing, faerie tale thematics, and nonsensical metaphors meant to keep one another guessing. Sycophantic commentary is, quite simply, our divine forte. But somewhere within, we know it's really just bullshit painted pink and covered in sparkle dust. Owl in the dark.
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falling through a field: December 2012
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It's not over yet. 9734; ☆ ☆. 9734; ☆ ☆. 9734; ☆ ☆. And another winter passes quickly by. Matt, most loving. Keeping the best memories secret. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Its not over yet. Prettiest mess you've ever seen. The ghosts I summoned. 9734; LAST.FM. Ethereal template. Powered by Blogger.
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fun and fabulous: The Banner
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BLOGS NG PINOY (",). The Run-On Sentences of Life. A taste of apple. Kalokang Buhay ng Isang Pinay sa UKay. Memoirs of Bubbly PEARL. Mga sulat ni AL Diwallay. Of shmoozes, mutts and l♥ve. One Acre of Diamond. The blues, the blahs and the blarghs]. The Warrior Wins :). Friday, September 23, 2011. On this page I will tell you what each photo on my banner says about me along the way I will also provide links as to where I got it from except those I own. I love my Banner! Creating beaded accessories is my ho...
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fainting fiercely.: February 2013
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I was the one who taught her to smoke. Fog rolls in off the river, the bridge lights twinkle in the distance, i smile hello to my favorite street performer, and my phone buzzes in my bag. Links to this post. Labels: love and nightmares. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My mother fucked Mick Jagger. The world from my window. Out on a limb in a post-Brexit landscape. Tangga Lagu Barat Terbaru Dan Terpopuler 2016. The Wood Between My Worlds. Living Room Design Ideas. There will always be some wine.
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falling through a field: June 2015
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The fruit lorde of summer. Last sunday, i was a peach girl. i know it's officially summer when the supermarket is full of sweet peaches, nectarines, and plums. lately, i've been immersed in music creating, listening, and mixing. I have been at a loss for words these days. For a future road trip this weekend, matt and i made a giant playlist to an 'ode to 80s power pop/rock songs' for our drive. here is a little sample of some of them:. Van halen - dreams. Stan bush - the touch. Irene cara - what a feeling.
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falling through a field: October 2013
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8224; ☽ †. Matt and i often find deer in this particular cemetery. 8224; ☽ †. Romanticizing about death, and feeling it so intensely. In the past month, my soul had descended into an abyss of the negative space. Of paranoia and fear. Perhaps, this is a rebirth of some kind. 8224; ☽ †. My declaration of the end of the dark times. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Prettiest mess you've ever seen. The ghosts I summoned. 9734; LAST.FM. Ethereal template. Powered by Blogger.
