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a phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner
(Source: notclarissa, via madsdittmann)
Please do not misunderstand.
That woman who carries winter
inside her, dizzied by snowfall
that won’t level off—I would say
I love her, but I is too strong a word
and love not strong enough.
(Source: poetryeater)
"It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any."
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a thought came to me today... i imagined all your ex-boyfriends attending your show and comparing notes. it could be something!
Two of them have already “compared notes” on what they’ve seen here. One said he felt like he was in a film, or doing performance art. Their thoughts are part of the show. One of the boys (not yet posted) is attending the opening. Fantastic. |
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i know this is a box for asking shit, but i couldnt figure out how to email you. yes, (email) is a link on your page but it wouldn't work for me and for my troubles i am down a pack of cigs. well, shit, i've never been one to browse tumblr. i sit in coffee shops for most of my days searching for music, poems and playing "escape games". i dont see this page as being a "tumblr". more so you, transformed into pictures and poems. if that makes sense. page to page, i appreciate your view on things.
kickconspiracy@gmail.com I’m doing 8 countries in 5 days next week, one of my escape games. Come, I’ll buy you a pack. |
"My ambition is handicapped by laziness."
Last summer I survived on wine and cheap meals at midnight. This summer I’m significantly less on-the-edge; far more in my own place. I’m less stressed. I’m less enraged. I’m not as apt to fly off the handle. I’m not continuously drinking handles. And I sort of miss that, the way you miss a black eye when the welt begins to disappear. Sometimes you just need some proof you’ve been hit.
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