January 2011
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“Find him, bind him Tie him to a pole and break His fingers to splinters Drag him to a hole until he Wakes up naked Clawing at the ceiling Of his grave *sigh*”
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Summer’s gonna come, it’s gonna cloud our eyes, again. There’s no need to focus when there’s nothing that’s worth seeing.
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– J.D. Salinger (via loveyourchaos)
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“The smallest bookstore still contains more ideas of worth than have been...”
– Andrew Ross (via cantshutup)
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And, as evening nears, my energy level skyrockets....
I’mma go run around a li’l, kay?
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All of my recent poems are about last summer....
Me getting out of bed:
blacksheepgeneration:
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