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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins

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Sade Olutola
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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The Stonewall Inn
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Interview Vampire Daily

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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“Novembers are for softest sleep when skies are dark and grey. They do not mind the time you keep when night looks much like day. They do not mind the rain that falls so warmly down your cheek. ‘Rest easy now’ is what they’d say if months knew how to speak.”
— Ellis Nightingale
“Dark red roses are blooming inside me.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “In The Garden,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“You’ve touched me without even touching me.”
— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey (via rupikaurpoems)
Zombie - The Cranberries (No Need to Argue, 1994)
i need alcohol
not to be dramatic but i will never be comfortable with my physical appearance
you deserve pain
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