May 2011
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May 1st
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May 1st
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April 2011
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“Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via soul-surfer)
Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 29th
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Apr 29th
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Apr 29th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 28th
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Apr 27th
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“To be alive at all is to have scars.”
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via soul-surfer)
Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 26th
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“Fell in love with a girl fell in love once and almost completely she’s in love...”
– The White Stripes (via toiltospoil)
Apr 26th
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Brains and beauty is the movement. - @Echeneau
Apr 26th
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Apr 26th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 25th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 24th
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 23rd
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Apr 23rd
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You know you need a new circle of acquaintances...
Apr 23rd
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southern hospitality, city boy swag.
Apr 23rd
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Apr 23rd
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“As we are, so we do; and as we do, so is it done to us; we are the builders of...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, VI. Worship, The Conduct of Life (1860)
Apr 22nd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 22nd
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Apr 21st
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Listenyou don’t know how lovely you are #np
Apr 21st
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Apr 21st
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Apr 21st
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Apr 20th
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“Fear not what is not real, never was and never will be. What is real, always was...”
– Bhagavada Gita (via tanha-dil)
Apr 20th
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Apr 20th
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Apr 19th
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Apr 18th
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An excerpt... more to come...
I am sixteen years old, freshly graduated. He is scrawny and sweating the mourn of his mother’s death out on top of me. His older sisters are downstairs cleaning up after the moaning church ladies and their suited, stoic partners. Gospel baritones bleed up through his bedroom floor, muffling in our mattress. We downed a bottle of tequila and turned off the lights in hopes that they’d think we’d...
Apr 18th
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