February 2012
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 5 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 4 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2.25 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and 45 minutes of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and a half of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can just not wake up and sleep all day
I hate those things that just get trapped in your...
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And just like, bounce around, not doing anything.
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feedmewithhousemusic:
R Kelly - Ignition...
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“… we have become the present.
We must talk now. Fear
Is fear. But we abandon...”
– George Oppen, from “Leviathan” (via proustitute)
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tyra banks: 10 beautiful ladies stand before me
tyra banks: but i only have nine pictures in my hands
tyra banks: and they're all of me
tyra banks: lol
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anger is just love, left out, gone to vinegar
you wake up a stranger to yourself, then you learn to live with her
sit in her clothing ‘til you fill out her figure
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Sharing Poetry: Sharon Olds, "Greed and... →
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Someone in Quaker meeting talks about greed and aggression and I think of the way I lay the massive weight of my body down on you like a tiger lying down in gluttony and pleasure on the elegant heavy body of the land it eats, the spiral horn pointing to the sky like heaven. Ecstasy has been given to the tiger, forced into its nature the way the forcemeat is cranked down the throat...
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Sharing Poetry: Frank O'Hara, "Morning" →
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I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with...
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Sharing Poetry: Derek Walcott, "Love After Love" →
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The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows...
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