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November 2011

39 posts

Your eyes are sapphires and your haircut is not dumb.

i want you and your beautiful soul

Nov 28, 20115 notes
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#art #carpe diem #typography #personal
Nov 28, 20116 notes
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#lui bolin #art
Nov 25, 2011365 notes
Nov 22, 20111,249 notes

need to build bridges instead of walls

Nov 21, 20111 note
The Future De La Soul

The Future De La Soul

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Nov 17, 20113 notes
#personal

sometimes
I sit still, quiet
as a cloud,
and contemplate
if I dwell in your thoughts
as often as you dwell
in mine

Nov 16, 2011
#please #to be with you
Nov 16, 201196 notes
Play
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 14, 201118,855 notes
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Play
Nov 10, 201126 notes
If you were a cat where would you go to hide when it rains?

i would make friends with a mole who would burrow into the earth, creating a cave in which we would live forever, so are the days of our lives.

Nov 10, 20113 notes
Nov 10, 201116,975 notes
Listen

GIVE IT UP Lee Dorsey

so damn funky can’t help but groove along

Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 201111 notes
#beetle #personal #illustration
Nov 7, 2011833 notes
“

And again there are no words.

Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body’s love, but beyond that they fail clumsily.

”
—John Wyndham (The Chrysalids)
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 6, 201133 notes
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#personal
Listen

I am a rock ~Simon & Garfunkel

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
Well, I’ve heard the word before.
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.


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#personal
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Play
Nov 2, 201121 notes
“how proud the birds must’ve been to have their feathers plucked out to brighten mans drab life.” —Alfred Hitchcock
Nov 2, 20112 notes
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Nov 2, 20119 notes
#craft #diy #platform shoes #project #personal
Nov 2, 20114 notes
#personal
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