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here we go
I think it's about time I admitted I've slowly been making the changeover to tumblr.
So here is my key:
http://towerofwords.tumblr.com/
be kind. a lot of what's on there (contrary to everything I now realise the internet is about) was not meant to be read. hopefully it is pretty. -
A Young Couple
This is so incredibly beautiful. A little vignette of their life together. I can't wait to move out, into my own space again (even though I love what I've done with my room). I really do look forward to being able to live that closely with someone one day too. I wonder if that could be you, one day.
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What is love?
Actual children’s answers to the question “what is love ( Read more... ) -
Lisztomania
Ah, confusion, old friend. You never seem to leave my side for more than a moment.
Always mulling over the pros and cons and perpetually indecisive. What I want changes so rapidly, from yes to no, maybe and back again. I want, I want, I want. I remain. Stationary. One of these days, I'm going to get one of those dreams. It will be amazing. Tomorrow ( Read more... ) -
all these things I've yet to do
I can't think straight right now, so here is a list of all the things I have to say: ( the list... ) -
Too much to squish into one
"The history of the twentieth century is the history of oil. Discuss. "
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I am your pamphleteer
Noticing a common theme? I find these lovely little pieces of peoples' love to hold onto, just as a reminder that I'm not the only person who thrills with the entangled capillaries and symmetrical beating of stitched-together ventricles, the collapse of limbs into one self and the merging of words, thoughts, tongues and hollow eyes filing with ( Read more... ) -
everything was beautiful
He is so fucking beautiful. Can I keep him?
We went bowling last night. Best fun I've had in a long time. Limbs flying, pins still standing, talking into the quiet hours of the night. Cookies, baked fresh that morning. Flight of the Concords. Snoring shapes all through my little happy house.
I found my joy again. I'm not sure how or why but once ( Read more... )
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