August 2010
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Aug 30th
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shake it up, baby ;) →
Getting pulled over because the cop thinks Dan is howling out the window, calling for help? Just perfect.
Aug 27th
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Aug 25th
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Aug 23rd
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Aug 22nd
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Aug 16th
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Aug 14th
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wondering what went wrong.
wecouldexplode: I was caught in between all you wished for and all you need.  This was Brooklyn and I’s song. Sophomore year, when she had that scary problem with throwing up blood. I’ve listened to it countless times in the soccer fields, at rainbow’s end, at the lights (seven seconds). Over and over, good and bad, happy and sad. Sometimes you just can never let things go,...
Aug 13th
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Aug 8th
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Aug 7th
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Three Things I Can't Ever Forget
wecouldexplode: Soft lips. Fingertips. Forgetting to wish.  Alice in Wonderland. That’s what it would be.
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Aug 6th
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“come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. i said, i am a...”
– —margaret atwood (via sacraments) (via -bears, shitgaze) The fact that he is too fucking perfect. That at every misglance or sigh or look in my eye and he knows something wrong and he has to KNOW what it is. Every I love you every second of the day and I miss you and I want you and I need you and...
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Aug 2nd
Aug 2nd
“A trail of clothing traces our steps from the door back to the bedroom.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) Sometimes I wish things could be like this. Where every moment is that polaroid snapshot in time that you can never forget, no matter how hard you try (but you don’t want to). My heart is too big for the dresses I wear and I’m...
Aug 2nd
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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish...”
– — Anaïs Nin (via artpixie) love hard.
Aug 1st
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Listenjjjaded: My Moon My Man - Feist Heart on my...
Aug 1st
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