Write drunk; edit sober.
— Ernest Hemingway (via bibliotheque)
December 17, 2009
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December 17, 2009
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Bright Eyes/Waste of Paint
It’s clear to see it’s not them but me
Who’s lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I’m never real, it’s just a sketch of me
And everything I’ve made is trite and cheap
And a waste of paint, of tape, of time
December 17, 2009
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13367.) I hate myself for always giving the best of me to the people who treat me the worst.
(via blogsecret)
agreed!
December 17, 2009
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Still the cutest thing ever.
December 17, 2009
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The noisier the culture becomes, the stronger your voice has to be to be heard above the din.
December 17, 2009
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I’m a bit shy (via Marc Johns)
i really will :)
December 17, 2009
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…Because you can’t argue with all the fools in the world. It’s easier to let them have their way, then trick them when they’re not paying attention.
— Christopher Paolini (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
December 17, 2009
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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
— Ernest Hemingway (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
December 17, 2009
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You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.
— Milan Kundera (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
December 3, 2009
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December 3, 2009
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(via francesava)
December 3, 2009
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Dear Santa,
I want to have this man for Christmas. I’ve been very very good this year. Thank you.
haha, me too!
November 26, 2009
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I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
— Augusten Burroughs (via kari-shma)
November 26, 2009
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I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood
to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
to my house, we had an enormous feast, and then I killed them and took their land.
— Jon Stewart (via thoughtsdetained)
November 26, 2009
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The problem with designing something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of a complete fool.
— Douglas Adams (via quote-book)
