May 2011
4 posts
Nothing’s perfect but it’s all there is This. Now. The drip of plain words. Yes. Love. This.
April 2011
8 posts
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sadness under the skin sometimes there is no skin only sadness
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March 2011
10 posts
i’ve changed and everything that meant something is nothing, and all that black is everything, underneath i think, its still the same.
“You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of...”
– Milan Kundera (via kari-shma)
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
3 posts
December 2010
8 posts
where have the WOMEN of this world gone? I’m SO bored of these skinny little faux-badass girls/children parading round topless on my dashboard. Riots not diets, dickheads.
You are everything you dislike in others.
November 2010
2 posts
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October 2010
4 posts
“There is no perfection, only life.”
– Milan Kundra
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September 2010
4 posts
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”-Sylvia Plath
“We all need someone to look at us. we can be divided into four categories...”
– Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
August 2010
7 posts
more than myself.
“Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me … I tapped my own head; it was glass, an inverted bowl. It’s small thing to rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than...