February 2012
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pearls, mother of pearl, Tyrian purple dye, sea silk
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old ice cream packaging →
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summer stuff →
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It is also colloquially known in the midwest United States as “Ghosts in the graveyard”, as it is commonly found growing in rural graveyards and when in bloom the flowers appear as an apparition floating.
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WALL VINYLS INFOGRAPHIC DESPLAYS CHARTS ICONS TYPEFACE TYPOGRAPHY CATALOGUE LAYOUT GRIDS BASELINE KERNING LEADING TRACKING POINT SIZE CAPTION DISPLAYS SIGNAGE COLOUR PRODUCTION
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In time, No one will remember our work Our life will pass like the traces of a cloud And be scattered like Mist that is chased by the Rays of the sun For our time is the passing of a shadow And our lives will run like Sparks through the stubble. I place a delphinium, Blue, upon your grave
Why Adele's 'Someone Like You' Makes Everyone Cry... →
Love poems: writers choose their favourites for... →
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A mistress stood by the sea sighing long and anxiously. She was so deeply stirred By the setting sun My Fräulein!, be gay, This is an old play; ahead of you it sets And from behind it returns.
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Fuck Every Hipster: Conor Oberst Is An Asshole →
fuckeveryhipster:
So when I was in high school I dated a girl that loved Conor Oberst. And she didn’t just “love” Conor Oberst like I love pizza. She loved Conor Oberst in the creepy way where if she met him in an alleyway she would probably let him rape her mouth. Okay, now I realize she might love him in the way…
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January 2012
53 posts
iceberg80gsm:
Being a writer takes up so much time
and there is no one there to tell you
it’s right just the wrong wrong wrong
of the elders, flowers in their hair;
Baudelaire with a bouquet tucked under his left breast pocket
in the cimetière du Montparnasse.
All I have is a baguette to fill the hours
and a hand-painted bedsheet
spurning the joys of capitalism.
There is nothing...
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“I don’t wear jeans. Most people who are wearing jeans, I feel are doing so...”
– Vincent Gallo on jeans and lazy people (via fuckyeahgallo)
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Incidentally, if anything didn’t go right for him immediately, he’d just lose interest and grow bored and just abandon the whole thing halfway through.
He usually transformed his old girlfriends and wives at random into whatever came to mind: a weeping willow, or a water faucet, or a fountain in the center of town. He liked to make them weep for the rest of their lives.
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‘That was in another country,’ Bill said. ‘And besides all the animals were dead.’
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Thou hast committed Fornication: but that was in another country, and besides, the wench is dead.
before laying a hand on a weapon to the defend the fatherland, i will take care of an old, incontinent person.
He can become a happy animal. He can wear earrings and plunge into lukewarm water.
designer individualism
nomad zombie in ego society
