April 2012
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March 2012
2 posts
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…cats are hard to impress
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February 2012
19 posts
fools gold '06 (omg, sooo old)
i’m trying to look my best, while trying to keep my breath
i’m chasing your smile while searching for your ponytail among the crowd
i know you’ll be with him, so i’ll begin lingering
for a substitute that’ll make me look
cooler than i really am
cause i really just don’t fit in with anyone when i think of it
and she sells me cigarettes, and makes me feel...
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Sweet hookup!
– Justin Vernon and Dave Grohl had the two best acceptance speeches of the night. (via scout)
Goodbye, Whitney... →
mallory ann
when she’s gone, as she’s been I can still feel her breathing through the wind when she cries, in her eyes I end and I stay up too late, fill the crescent moon with my fingertips and wait for my eyes to safely fall asleep as far as I, I can see there’s no rest for the hurt that’s been left inside of me she only comes, back home so she’s not alone and I...
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it’s been awhile since I’ve seen something of quality blow up on the internet… M.I.A changed that this weekend
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January 2012
25 posts
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denmark no.1
if I was drunk in denmark
would you take me in
and wash my face clean of the gin
the streets are grey and cold
well, so I’m told
and I just have to know
could you lose me in the city
would you find me in the dark
and kiss my mouth in the constant headlights of cars
sail out to them stars in the baltic sea
then teach me les lanciers on the beach
the sun sets on you, dear
before me...
are sloppy joes a good idea for a midnight snack, or should I save them for breakfast…
I like to have fun….
Every year I like to remind myself- if you wear cowboy boots out in the snow, you’re gonna bust your ass…
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wildflower
you are my wildflower
breezy and free
that mountain, I’ll have to climb
if it’s you I need
she’s my little barfly
with heavy eyes she sees
and I feel just like a boy
still buttoned to your sleeve
while I sing
where, where, where
where ya been
you are my tiny shell
washed up from the sea
lay your smile on my shoulder
leave your socks on my feet
she’s my...
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Sloths
…wikipedia has them all wrong
I believe it was Ernest Hemingway that said...
“write drunk, edit sober” but what he fails to tell you is don’t be so drunk you still post it to your blogs that night :/
I swear… I lose lighters, guitar picks, and oddly one of my houseshoes daily
…oops
December 2011
9 posts
…sometimes the cigarette after good meals is better than the cigarette after good sex