January 2012
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December 2011
73 posts
Today I spent 12 hours in the emergency ward. Canadian free health care can be awful.
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I’m sorry for not being the girl with the sun in her eyes. For having the ink spill between the sheets and not the pages. For coiling language like the rattle snakes, miscommunicated, when all you long to touch are white swans in February, neatly typed. The girls with perfectly pleated hair and poems about lush green valleys left this house with the western winds. It was sometime when the...
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I wish 2011 was going on 1992 rather than 2012.
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He kissed her. A kiss about pie à la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in...
– Francesca Lia Block
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A happy Winter Solstice to you all!
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Just the unraveling heart ache of my insignificance while the ice queen popped her head in today. she talked about past lovers for a bit before walking out without a goodbye, leaving only rain in my hand, mid december.
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I'm very emotional tonight. So this is me being...
You are all beautiful, beautiful people. There are so many beautiful, brilliant, talented, exceptionally clever, compassionate, magical, unique and absolutely bewilderingly amazing people roaming these plains. Hell, even this whole world—even those who don’t go on Tumblr. I wish, I wish I could be friends with all of you. All of you who posses so much magic running through your blood...
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seafoamchild asked: what do you believe in? what are your goals? x
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I don’t know why I always think giving away heart beats as a gift is a good idea. The th-thump, th-thump, th-thump is the only melody I ever really learned by heart and could recite in each chord. There is something in it that leaves me a restless lizard at 3 am with a delicious yearning on my tongue. No one seems to nod their head in approval with me, on the beauty of such gestures,...
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noun. 1. A zine charting the history of all things lost. 2. Complied by the Lost Souls: Anjelica, Basil, Elina, Elly, Rachel, Sarah & Vera
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I just want to crawl. Crawl under the leaves, under the dirt, under the roots of the old willow tree by the creek. I just want to stay there and weep forever.
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On bad days I talk to Death constantly, not about suicide because honestly...
– Tori Amos
Anonymous asked: My God, why are you so melodramatic.
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Athena on top of my head today
1866 AD below
They trapped her in a stained glass wall.
While I attempted to seal my faith with the men who hide behind the panels of comic books. Dancing around. Mother superior jumped the gun. Mother superior jumped the gun.
Anonymous asked: Do you believe in God?
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New winter/holiday mix! in the bleak midwinter
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