December 2011
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The Portrait
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, that spring when I was waiting to be born. She locked his name in her deepest cabinet and would not let him out, though I could hear him thumping. When I came down from the attic with the pastel portrait in my hand of a long-lipped stranger with a brave moustache and deep brown level...
Dec 16th
Dec 16th
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I'm reallllllly sick of tumblr
I have to be very bored to come on here these days
Dec 13th
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Dec 13th
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Dec 8th
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Dec 8th
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“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski  (via audaciousone)
Dec 8th
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Dec 2nd
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PonyPonyShow: MARKETING →
brainmouth: peterandwendy: fortasse: early-onset-of-night: allofthisistrue:   First of all, you are fat. You are ugly. Your breath stinks. You are unpopular. Your car sucks. Your house sucks. Your life sucks. You are not witty. You are not smart. You are ignorant. You are stupid. You will never make it in this world. You are unpopular. You will never amount to anything. You are...
Dec 2nd
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Dec 2nd
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Dec 2nd
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““When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a...”
– Ann Druyan, talking about her husband, Carl Sagan I think this is beautiful
Dec 2nd
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