December 2011
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I hated hipsters before it was cool to hate...
This whole “hipster” fad is fucking terrible. Who are hipsters, you ask?
Basically a bunch of spoiled white kids sipping skinny decaf lattes and moaning about all their spoiled white kid problems. Like emos but with less black and more facial hair/t-shirts with triangles on them. You can spot a hipster from a mile away, usually boasting about their knowledge of Barvarian folk music...
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“Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will...”
– Sir Winston Churchill
Dreamscape, Scene 1
myinkstainedheart:
I have heard songs that
moved me, and by moved
I don’t mean those
which perked my hips
and twitched my feet solely,
but those songs that took
a grip of my being and swayed
my calloused heart gently.
And I would bribe all the
stars, even the sun rising
at the east, if they could
have you even once, convinced
to sing me a song and wrap me
in a serenade’s amorous...
“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even...”
– Mitch Albom (via decembrist)
I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas
As much as I hate the holiday for its commercial cheapness, it’s really nice to have been around my crazy family for the first time in ages. We all live in different places of the world and it might be the last time we are all together as my grand parents are looking quite sick lately (not my crazy grandma though, she tried her hand at pole dancing this week).
I hope you’ve all been...
“Anyone can become angry—that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to...”
– Aristotle (via burnthazel)
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So many nights you spent alone
Waiting for voices in your telephone
And making lists of your imaginary plans
The washed out image of a failing man
Who could of had it all
You look so defeated lying there
In a cloud of your own smoke
It fogs the memories of the girls you lost
And words you wish you spoke
You look so contented to be half the person
You set out to achieve, for only half is...
Season Poem (Gregory and the Hawk)
One by one
The days fall beside us
Like yellow leaves
We have no conscience
Oh, what we’re becoming
Month by month
The rings on our tree trunks
Like old wise eyes
Grow wider and winter
Lends them a dead disguise
Now time - like an ocean
Knows tide - like a notion
To toss about the house
Or lose inside the couch
And piles of our thoughts
Run miles in the dark
Just trying to...
“I am both happy and sad, & I am still trying to figure out how that could...”
– Stephen Chbosky - The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via quote-book)
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If you watch Osama Bin Laden's life backwards it's...
Too soon?
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...”
– Jack Kerouac (via girlbrokendown)
1 in 5 teens had thought about suicide, about 1 in...
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Your beauty is a sacrifice. You offer yourself like a lamb to the slaughter, your own flesh is the feast.
Binge and purge, binge and purge, starvation is the new black and you are wearing it so well. My dear, you are being washed away by the tides of your unhappiness. You are wasting yourself, my friend is disappearing. I don’t know how to save you. My only hope is that on your darkest days...
