March 2010
February 2010
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If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn...
– arcade fire
why can't we be with happy with what we have,...
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rebecca shrugged and drew a picture of herself hidden by behind a vail
– blair macdonald, untitled.
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there was this poem my dad used to read me when i was younger. it was more of a...
– blair macdonald , untitled.
Well I lagged behind... So you got ahead
(via fuckyeahbrighteyes)
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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish...
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