February 2012
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Motion to declare tomorrow National EverythingIsTerribleAndEveryoneIKnowIsHurting day.
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why things burn by daphne gottlieb
waschbar:
My fire-eating career came to an end when I could no longer tell when to spit and when to swallow. Last night in Amsterdam, 1,000 tulips burned to death. I have an alibi. When I walked by your garden, your hand grenades were in bloom. You caught me playing loves me, loves me not, metal pins between my teeth. I forget the difference between seduction and arson, ignition and...
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Felicity’s grip on the candle is strong, her voice determined. “I wish to be too...
– A Great And Terrible Beautiful (via gems-doyle)
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Talking about memes and viral media places an emphasis on the replication of the...
– Henry Jenkins, from “If it doesn’t spread it’s dead”, February 2009 (via techish)
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It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no top, just circles and circles...
– Sula, Toni Morrison (via mylittlebookofwisdom)
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Whoever just sent me a message.
Tumblr ate it. FYI.
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When my body had forgotten its purpose,
when it just hung off my brainstem like...
– “December,” Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via clavicola)
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I AM A GLADIATOR, AND THIS IS MY ARENA.
assuringlynerdy:
moose murders is the best play in the world
pinky promise
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People talk about sexual assault like it’s a bad habit that men have.
– Jon Stewart (via pfunks)
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superhumangirl:
All I am saying is that once I began to appreciate Valentine’s Day as a time to celebrate all the great relationships in my life, and not just the lack of romantic ones, it really became a fun holiday.
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Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose...
– Toni Morrison, Jazz (via cantfindmenowcanyou)
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PSA
MICHELLE WINS VALENTINE’S DAY.
EVERYONE ELSE CAN GO HOME NOW.
I saw your lips, your nakedness, the trees,
that dappled light. I dreamt of...
– Luke Davies, from Totem Poem (via proustitute)