January 2011
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Things that make almost any food better, in my...
thehumorlessfeminist: garlic garlic GARLIC This might be why I don’t have a boyfriend.
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“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...”
–  e.e. cummings (via softdecay)
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“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall...”
– Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez (via thechocolatebrigade)
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“The best part of a relationship, is getting to call the person, or lay down next...”
– Tegan Quin  (tothegrave-)
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Sorry, but I think the new Amanda Palmer song is...
Seriously, all kinds of agree with this. I hadn’t heard the song - I stopped listening to her music after the appalling way she responded to criticism over Evelyn, Evelyn, but urgh. I don’t think my hairiness or lack thereof is a particularly good indicator of if I’m a feminist or not. It’s not like when I decide to shave my pits or my pubes I magically undergo some kind of...
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Jan 19th
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sexvxpositive: Love Sonnet XI →
sexvxpositive: “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones…
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“I put my hands inside his cranium. Oh we had such a braniac-amour.”
– Patti Smith
Jan 18th
At my folks’ place up north - everything is in bloom and my allergies are all kinds of pissed off. I’m mostly annoyed because it’s making my lobes all kinds of angry and sore :(
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