escapism
this is more than a pulse beneath my wrist
or a beat beneath my ribs
last.fm
i haven't worn makeup or done my hair for a couple days now

indierockandroll:

i haven’t showered since yesterday at like 9am, its been about 36 hours now since then.

for some reason i don’t feel ugly. i like not wearing makeup sometimes but i’m too afraid not to

but i’m going to shower soon

i don’t like not wearing makeup, if my face doesn’t have 5 layers of caked on foundation i feel exposed.

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dver:

Cripples Can’t Shiver - Pianos Become the Teeth

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12/06/09 @ 19:05
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Looking for Alaska by John Green
i need to read this!

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Looking for Alaska by John Green

i need to read this!
12/06/09 @ 16:42
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pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
—- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born —- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if —- listen: there’s a hell
of a good universe next door; let’s go

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i have to draw studies of my nose for art

they just look like dicks.

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12/05/09 @ 17:19
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suicideunderground:

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suicideunderground:

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Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget Jesus. The stars died so that you could be here today.

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pretty-bird

12/05/09 @ 12:22
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nostomania

wordjournal:

noun • /nos-tuh-MAY-nee-uh, -mayn-yuh/ • (obsolete, rare) overwhelming homesickness, or desire to return to familiar places.

From Greek νόστος (nostos, “a return home”) + mania.

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Circa Survive- The Greatest Lie

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