May 2012
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batreaux:
i’m not like most girls. my head snaps back and a giant pez candy emerges from my throat
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“Iris is writing a poem while I read the paper at her apartment.
she blows a...”
– Nicole Blackman’s Poem “Iris” (via anartistofsorts)
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I just don’t understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to stay in bed all day long and watch lame romantic comedies and drink coffee and read books in your underwear. Whoever established all these “get a job, be successful” conventions really needs a serious beating. I didn’t sign the terms and conditions for this shit.
Writings for Winter: sleep worlds →
writingsforwinter:
if you listen quietly enough, you will be able to feel heartbeats
moving through the pillow. constant and sudden like plucking
a violin string. the simplest things happen when we are asleep-
the shifting of covers, flung off and torn around like a violent snowstorm.
yet all things violent are…
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