July 2010
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I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From...
– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
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How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the...
– Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues (via outlawheartt) (via fuckyeahhenryrollins)
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“You will, Erin.”
What if I won’t?
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