June 2012
the new vomitcerity
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♥: sometimes i just want to get a fake orange... →
ugly-feelings:
sometimes i just want to get a fake orange spray tan and bleach my hair blonde and wear hollister and a&f and american eagle and uggs exclusively and wear frosted lipglosses and make ducklips faces and care about jersey shore and gossip girl. because apparently “nice” dudes hate when girls that…
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May 2012
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Thirty Seven//playlist
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Beauty is gauche and inconvenient and often embarrassing (or at least our...
– Reginald Shepherd, Notes toward Beauty
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Reckless and random the cars race and roar and hunt us to death like blood...
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via awritersruminations)
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Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and...
– James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
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Rhapsody
you were there always and you know all about these things as indifferent as an encyclopedia with your calm brown eyes it isn’t enough to smile when you run the gauntlet you’ve got to spit like Niagara Falls on everybody or Victoria Falls or at least the beautiful urban fountains of Madrid as the Niger joins the Gulf of Guinea near the Menemsha Bar that is what you learn in the...
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Don’t be afraid. The future is not disguised
as sleep. It is a tango. It...
– Traci Brimhall, from “Through a Glass Darkly” (via proustitute)
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Adults and children sometimes have boards in their bedrooms or living-rooms on...
– John Berger, “Ways of Seeing”
(via waysofseeingjohnberger via mirabile—-visu, likeapairofbottlerockets)
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Sleeping On The Wing
A sudden down-draught reminds you of gravity and your position in respect to human love. But here is where the gods are, speculating, bemused. Once you are helpless, you are free, can you believe that? Never to waken to the sad struggle of a face? to travel always over some impersonal vastness, to be out of, forever, neither in nor for! Frank O’Hara, full
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Rhapsody
in the rancid nourishment of this mountainous island they are coming and we holy ones must go Frank O’Hara, full