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August 2012

66 posts

Aug 30, 20122,393 notes

tonight was pretty perfect, but i’m glad it ended when it did. some stories are best left imagined.

Aug 29, 20121 note
Aug 28, 201231,661 notes

i met a beautiful yet smelly french bioengineer on my flight to buffalo. Probably a match made in heaven since I don’t really believe in bathing frequently anyways.

Aug 28, 20122 notes
“It’s worse to imagine a world with Obama getting a second term than it is to imagine a world without pizza. Because with Obama in a second term, there will be no pizza. For anyone.” —Herman Cain • Offering up a slice of knowledge with extra cheese during a recent interview in Time Magazine. (via shortformblog)
Aug 27, 2012174 notes
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Aug 26, 20123,364 notes
“You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank.” —Pablo Neruda (via oxh)
Aug 25, 20128,662 notes
“People always know the truth. They may not like it or want to know it, but they always know.” —The Last Kiss, 2006 (via leslieseuffert)
Aug 24, 20121,926 notes
“Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy.” —Robert Tew (via johnsteinbeck-)
Aug 24, 201237,688 notes
Aug 24, 2012157,992 notes
“Part of not being a self-centered asshole, is doing things with your friends even when you don’t want to.” —An Abundance of Katherines | John Green (via austentatious)
Aug 24, 20122,873 notes
“

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

”
—Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XVII (via johnsteinbeck-)
Aug 23, 2012804 notes
Aug 23, 201283,224 notes
“

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.
Pissing a few monents ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.

Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.

3 A.M.
January 15, 1967

”
—The Beautiful Poem (via johnsteinbeck-)
Aug 21, 201263 notes
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