September 2011
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j u i l e t t 1 4: Leaves yellow and crushedautumn... →
juilett14:
Leaves yellow and crushed autumn of lost things; a fragrance of tiptoes and broken strings and midnight rings around eyes so fragile. we have been stolen from - the days are wolves. Too many hands separate us, too many separations from song. i am walls upon walls, singing for things vital and…
These words. I am moved to tears by them.
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Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake...
– The Coming of Light by Mark Strand (via growing-orbits)
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Reproduction implies the existence of discontinuous beings…Each being is...
– Georges Bataille (via ratak-monodosico)
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: I think there are not enough visible wings to go... →
growing-orbits:
I think there are not enough visible wings to go around. that I love your hair - the way it carries sun. the way your soul is threaded between neon and night - Aurora Borealis - an illumination between things that have been torn and that which glistens in us. we search for ways to bring…
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Hells Angel's slaying prompts state of emergency... →
More on my own little career drama.
Here I am, just trying to sell some after-market motorcycle seats and make a living.
And here comes some assholes trying to derail my life. Piss off, fucktards.
I’m over it.
Yikes.
Just needed to vent for a sec. Thank you, tumblr, for being here so I can do just that.
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Biker brawl turns to shooting in Nevada casino, 1... →
This is where I am working this week and this where I’m staying.
Was right in the middle of the shoot out, but luckily, I am fine.
City is in state of emergency and we are shutting it down this morning.
I’m ready to get the hell outta here.
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A human being is a part of a whole, called by us the “Universe,” a part limited...
– Albert Einstein (via theuniverseworks)
Paula Dean makes me want to cook...
I’m on the road in a strange town watching Paula, missing my grandmother and craving southern home cooking. Anyone who knows me knows I’m no domestic engineer but it’s never too late. When I get back home I am going to putter around my tiny kitchen and make something edible. I am. I will. I’m hungry.
(I do have at least 7 things I know how to cook, I am adding fried...
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& how
thin is this
sensation of time…
– Jorie Graham, from “The Violinist at the Window, 1918” (via rhea137)
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seagirls:
”My heart is so small it’s almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? “Look,” He answered, “your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.” -Rumi
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takeflightmydear:
deadsleep:
Holy shit.
I missed the party
So, I missed out on the confetti and party favors. Bummer.
Next time maybe you guys could celebrate for the whole day. I love confetti! (and fireworks, yeah!)
Anyway, I just want to say…
Happy Anniversary, Tumblr. You are a large part of my life and I love you.
Just,
jori
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