February 2012
37 posts
friday five: double trouble
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She kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun.
– Saul Williams (via thatkindofwoman)
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
– Haruki Murakami (via allthingsstylish)
Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don’t fit into boxes.
– Tori Amos (via thatkindofwoman)
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves...
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via thatkindofwoman)
sick. no five.
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friday five: savage garden
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thatkindofwoman:
This song, I swear.
friday five: carry on my westward son
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Closure. The end of something you never, ever wanted to end, but it did. It...
– (via sarahsalwayslaughing)
five things.
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I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via reikutis)
holy crap. it's february.
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