December 2010
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Je te laisserai des mots En sous de ta porte En...
A saudade é minha dor.
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Ballad
Where does it come from? it seems good because it brings back the that that which we wish that which we want that which a ferry can become a bicycle if it wants to get across the river and doesn’t care how though you will remember a night where nothing happened and we both were simply that and we loved each other so and it was unusual
Frank O’Hara
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“I should like to lie still
As if I was dead; but feeling
Her hand go stealing...”
– D.H. Lawrence
in light of things:
Albert the Great said insanity was doing something over and over again and expecting different results. I’d like to agree with that, and say the same for unrelenting hope, good intentions, and lovesick stupidity.
“You do good things, jaan.”
– sentimental drunk
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she's young, she said, but look at me, I have... →
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april come she will
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preach her bukowski
with the likes of her and her slights of hand she turns everything blackest and all the fucking and beauty and all my love where has it gone? with the coffee and the cigarettes and my pleas at your bed with your lies caged solid and your room your books words your laughter creeping your smell creeping
you’d like for her to ruin you isn’t that it? i’d like it just as well.
Every
dearoldlove:
There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t missed you.
easing into haphephobia.
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I've got to tell you →
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I would give everything for goodness and peace of mind.
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I Live in the Twentieth Century
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do about it. I felt hopeless. Your face is so beautiful that I cannot stop to describe it, and there’s nothing I can do to make you happy while you sleep.
Richard Brautigan
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