August 2012
July 2012
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Caught Yesus199 & Pete in the middle of a drunk conversation at the studio last night.. Dique “RAW Vanilla Dutch” Lmfao, these nigga crack me up! BICFOREVER.TUMBLR.COM
#BITCHESISCRAZY
i tried to dump my boyfriend but he wouldn’t let me… i’d smash a hammer through his skull if i didn’t love him so much.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to...
– Haruki Murakami (via loveyourchaos)
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She would say something and then beg forgiveness for its stupidity. I could not bear her humility. I told her: We have both lost ourselves, but that is when one reveals most of one’s true self. You’ve revealed your incredible sensitivities. I am so moved. You are like me, wishing for such perfect moments, and frightened for fear of spoiling them. Neither one of us was prepared for this, and we...
Today I found a scrap of paper
where you’d scrawled your name.
I hate the...
– Charles Jensen (via oofpoetry)
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Jay Electronica - Act II: The Patents Of Nobility... →
fkyeahhiphop:
01 Real Magic f. Ronald Reagan
02 New Illuminati f. Kanye West
03 Patents of Nobility
04 Life On Mars f. Erykah Badu
05 Bonnie & Clyde f. Serge Gainsbourg
06 Dinner At Tiffanys (The Shiny Suit Theory) f. Charlotte Gainesbourg, Jay-Z & The-Dream
07 Memories & Merlot
08 Better In Tune With The Infinite f. Latonya Givens
09 A Letter to Fallon
10 Road to Perdition...
everythingendsnothing:
People are wilting flower buds. With the right amount of care and affection they may bloom….or not. Ignore their needs and you’ve probably killed a soul. It is up to you. Patience is a virtue some of us lack greatly. Next time you think you’ve had enough, would you want anyone to give up on you too?
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everythingendsnothing:
How did it feel to be first? To ignite the beginnings of a dormant inferno? That you shook the earth in me? I mean it must’ve felt like a crown bejewelled placed on your temple. Now this is why I can’t forget. Maybe you will never understand until…never. See a piece of me is glued to your fingers, a piece of myself I so desperately sought to give another if and when they...
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
– Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Poetry as Insurgent Art (via auroses)
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“I stumble over inked syllables
to serve to you my heart in the cradle of my palms,
so I asked my mother to write this-
from me to you,
“Your hair is a waterfall
carefully splaying over your shoulders in tendrils.
I dare not spill a strand out of place.
Who birthed you?
Was it the hush of stars dotting the night sky?
The flowerbud yearning for my touch to...
thedustdancestoo:
and i found music in the delicate pulse of your skin.
I remember..as she first kissed me, I wondered how...
rapidrivoltasilenziosa:
I’m replaceable. I’m forgettable. Even to me. I fail to recollect who I am on a day to day basis and what I stand for. I suppose it’s time to start living.
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
–
Charles Bukowski
(via loveyourchaos)
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mariposa-serendipia:
I have learned,
that you have to wish certain people the best & let them go
She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It’s easier to feel...
– Brian Andreas (via emotional-algebra)
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quesadija: Let’s flip a coin. Heads we stay together, tails we flip again.