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snow cone (via buttonheart)
Posted on December 20, 2009
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it’s part of a dylan thomas poem called A Letter To My Aunt.
A final word: before you start
The convulsions of your art,
Remove your brains,
take out your heart;
When I was first in foster care a very close friend of mine had stolen my diary and wrote this inside the day before he moved to England… <3
Posted on December 20, 2009 via Fuck Yeah, Tattoos! with 120 notes
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sweet-sour (via sachan★)
Posted on December 20, 2009 via bunbun moves to the east coast
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Posted on December 20, 2009 via symphony no. 2 in e minor with 44 notes
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Miranda July | via: Day Dream Lily
Posted on December 20, 2009 via twentythree : with 339 notes
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Julia Chang (via dannybrito)
melted ring pop. so cool.
Posted on December 16, 2009 via twentythree : with 952 notes
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We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that a part of us shall remain inconsolable and never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it is completely filled, it will nevertheless remain something changed forever…
Sigmund Freud (via psychotherapy)Posted on December 16, 2009 via psychobabble with 573 notes
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