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What!? More like “worst!” There is infamously no dick!
GET IN LINE, FANNING
ve search for valdo, but vhat is valdo searching for?
now what will i paint =[
My Sadness Was Never Profound
Somewhere along the way, I thought my sadness meant something.
It would happen whenever I rode above ground on the J train from Manhattan into Brooklyn—something about seeing the tiny lights with all the people I didn’t know inside them, something about knowing how cold it would be once I stepped outside. It GOT to me, man! It would happen again whenever my lips would stain red from too much wine and my feet would go underneath my legs and I would put my head in my hands. Or whenever the water in my shower hit my head a certain way, down my eyes and into my mouth and out I would spit it. Or when I would hold a book I finished. Or look out the window. Frustration. Eyes squeezed shut. A lonely feeling gripped me like a hug from a relative I’ve seen only at weddings and funerals. I went out with friends and never knew what to say, because you couldn’t say you were in a tunnel that lead to no light. A girl who really knows how to laugh on the outside, wear her eyeliner on the outside, crack gracefully.
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Haunted Spooks (dir. Alfred J. Goulding & Hal Roach — 1920)
MOVING TO SPAAAAAACE
How Is David Lynch Spending Thanksgiving? - The Hairpin
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My mother is planning my wedding (news to me, since I'm a lone wolf) and it involves unity sand. Crimety.
Also, yes, I am Ratfey, hello.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together.
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)
HEAVEN
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