June 2012
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May 2012
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I’ll tell you how I wanna live — forget about the take, forget about...
– Brandi Carlile, Hard Way Home
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BEST INTRO. hahaha.
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In all of the photos I send you, I am doing drugs. Listening to “I Am the Best,” passing around the grape, and sinking into this olive couch. Wonder if you’re upset with me and the way I always back out; I don’t do it on purpose. We eat the rest of the pie and our forks clink together. I don’t know how to do tomorrow. I want to slip under my golden sheets and focus on...
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I didn’t realize then that so much of being adult is reconciling ourselves...
– Douglas Coupland, Girlfriend in a Coma
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Even if all fat people are the way they are due to their bad choices, even if...
– Frances Lockie (via brazenbitch)
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and then
i read naked with the blinds open and gave all my neighbors a show.
YEAH.
I’M THE TYPE OF GIRL YOU WANNA CHEW ALL OF MY BUBBLEGUM.
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As a child I was drawn very early to immense personal tragedy. I loved anyone at...
– Morrissey (via thepopeofmope)
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Thursday
Reading Mindy Kaling’s book on my laptop, rolling around my teal comforter and gold sheets, thinking about when my routines became so adult and independent — this is my one full day off. Took my roommate to work, went to the gym, got $23 of gas, texted a few dudes so we could play. I like free time when I can let myself recognize it as free time. The vaporizer is heating up.
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Gates
Names I can’t save because I don’t make the rules. We take photographs at the gas station and it reminds us of high school. Why we want to remember all of that shit, I’m not sure. I appreciate the night because it makes sense for sad fucking people. We stop for cigarettes at Oat’s; we buy our old favorites. It has bars on its windows and it makes us nervous since...
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R.S.
We have a lot of time to try. This is what I’m thinking while Ryan is on my bed, talking about ayahuasca and loading another bowl. He describes it as really spiritual; I imagine us tiptoeing through clouds. If his explanation were typed up, we’d be kissing between paragraphs. I have one set of string lights plugged in and he likes them a lot, he says.
Going back to trying – we have a lot of time...
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