January 2012
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“the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind...”
– (via httpdiabolus
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Cry, Cry // Mazzy Star
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love-less:
BROADCAST - COME ON LET’S GO
American Beauty - Asparagus Scene
Carolyn Burnham: Your father and I were just discussing his day at work. Why don't you tell our daughter about it, honey?
Lester Burnham: Janie, today I quit my job. And then I told my boss to go fuck himself, and then I blackmailed him for almost sixty thousand dollars. Pass the asparagus.
Carolyn Burnham: Your father seems to think this kind of behavior is something to be proud of.
Lester Burnham: And your mother seems to prefer that I go through life like a fucking prisoner while she keeps my dick in a mason jar under the sink.
Carolyn Burnham: How dare you speak to me that way in front of her. And I marvel that you can be so contemptuous of me, on the same day that you LOSE your job.
Lester Burnham: Lose it? I didn't lose it. It's not like, "Whoops! Where'd my job go?" I QUIT. Someone pass the asparagus, please.
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THIS FUCKING BASS LINE
Soft as snow but warm inside Penetrate you cannot hide Feeling lost forever Really need you Feeling dark and feeling true This is all I ever knew Soft as skin in leather And I whisper ‘you’ Harder you come down on me Sink away you look happily Secrets keep forever They’re undressing me Come inside it’s warm in here Better now to have no fear Carried on a wave ...
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me: im so lonely jesus fucking christ i wanna go out with friends i wanna do something i can't sit here anymore
friends: hey wanna hang out
me: sorry i cant
“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one,...”
– Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think… and I can’t...”
– Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre (via bloodisthenewblackk)
