(Source: pornintothewild)
1 month ago - 
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2To be free is often to be lonely.
W.H. Auden, In Memory of Sigmund Freud
I heard that Elizabeth Short came back to Los Angeles. She wasn’t wearing black anymore, but she still had a secret, she said. She told me, now, smoke reverses back into the cigarette.
Prurient - Time’s Arrow
(Source: kathleenthearsonist)
1 month ago - 3
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(Source: ellliot, via hallodstef)
The girl in the Slayer jacket gave me my first kiss when I was in the seventh grade. She used to smoke weed with my older sister, in the woods behind the arcade. She had thick skin, but if you cut her, the wound would bleed forever. She would bleed forever. She hung herself from an overpass down in McLean, where the old trees loom.
Her parents tried to sue Slayer. They blamed her boyfriend and PCP, but the truth is, her eyes had been dead since she was five.
She just hadn’t disposed of her body.
(Source: mewstew)
You are tired
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break and—
Just tired.
So am I.
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break and—
Just tired.
So am I.
E. E. Cummings
1 month ago - 1
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(Source: curious-etchings, via ponintothewild)
