October 2011
40 posts
Oct 13th
Oct 13th
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Oct 12th
Oct 12th
Oct 12th
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Oct 11th
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Oct 11th
Oct 11th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 10th
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Oct 9th
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Oct 9th
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Oct 9th
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“As he looked into the valley, Joseph felt his body flushing with a hot fluid of...”
– John Steinbeck, To a God Unknown, 1933 (via hart-in-holt)
Oct 9th
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Oct 9th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 8th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 7th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
40 notes
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
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Oct 6th
297 notes
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Oct 6th
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February 2011
8 posts
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 9th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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January 2011
1 post
Jan 28th
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December 2009
4 posts
I’m sick of everything that I come to love Breaking apart, blown into dust by the wind As if it was never there. It’s easier to forget the love of all When the bad times show Than to remember the bad times indefinitely. I’m sick, but I’m not the one dying.
Dec 15th