October 2010
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August 2010
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July 2010
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i’m afraid floating. just hiding below the sky sinking undersea.
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skeleton pristine a ghost of virginity quiet nicotine
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“God, they smell like death,” she said.
Scattered along the floor were a countless number of caterpillars. Some inched towards the walls, but most lay still in their obnoxious stench.
“They are dead. Well, most of them,” I replied nasally.
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i could feel the stomach acid bubbling up like a volcano inside me when we pulled up. the engine rumbled along in unison for a minute, and then it died. we stepped out onto the wet grass. tonight, i’m a masochist. he flew into the beehive and i stood alone for a few minutes in the dark. a couple of years ago, i stood alone dangerously close to a beehive. though i did this quite often, it...
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June 2010
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Here are some things I want to do.
Learn French.
Learn to play the ukulele.
Get a camera and do photography.
Write more.
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“To Colin, tampons were a little bit like grizzly bears: he was aware of their...”
– An Abundance of Katherines by John Green
This is a funny quote from this cute book my girlfriend let me borrow.
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“Die Alone” Ingrid Michaelson
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So I decided to make a tumblog for more personal stuff. I post inspirational photography and songs to every leaf fallen, and it was a bit too crowded for personal stuff. So, this tumblog will be for stuff that’s on my mind, stuff I just feel like posting, my art, songs I like, and pictures I do once I get a camera.