January 2012
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December 2011
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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via dusk-to-starlight)
OH MY GOD EMMA.
YOU ARE DRUNK.
WHY ARE YOU ON TUMBLR.
GO.
GO ON.
GET OFF TUMBLR.
YOU ARE SO DRUNK.
THE TACO BELL DID NOT SOBER EITHER OF US UP.
TALON WAS JUST LAUGHING AND CRYING.
AND THERE WAS SO MUCH FECAL CONVERSATION.
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Oh hello
drunk Taco Bell.
What up.
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Portland, Missoula.
Last night consisted of two bottles of wine, a shared bong and some really good conversation with my super good friend Camille.
Tonight, it’s wine with my recently-returned roommate Talon and the ever-awesome Emma (and maybe Emily, whoknowsthenightisyoung). There are very few things that could ever top some shitty wine and loud talks with them.
I loved being in Portland, mostly because...
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Si Tu Me Olvidas
Quiero que sepas una cosa. Tú sabes cómo es esto: si miro la luna de cristal, la rama roja del lento otoño en mi ventana, si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña, todo me lleva a ti, como si todo lo que existe: aromas, luz, metales, fueran pequeños barcos que navegan hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan. Ahora bien, si poco a poco dejas de quererme dejaré de...
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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little...
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jennacarver asked: Yo! So, the last time I'm able to look at my phone is 4:45. Could you text me so I have your number? I work at 1510 SW Harbor Way, right off of Naito after exiting off I-5! WOOOO
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jennacarver asked: What the hell! If you want to, I get off of work at 9 PM. You could get me from the bus stop tomorrow (or work downtown?) and I'd pay you in gas money and we could hang out afterwards. I work from 8 AM - 9 PM tomorrow. Although, I also have a break from 2 PM - 4:45. Thoughts?
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The edge of my fading memories, the far off, frozen, unreachable life, In a crack, in the mirror that no one can hold Seven broken dolls sing silent tears of mud Drain the maggots’ blood in the day that will never be returned, And pierce the eyes with the briars of a clock That crumbled to dust within seven days, …….. The cruel judge records the faded letters of my life.. Only a bird with broken...
jennacarver asked: I'm about to have three days off (Wed, Thurs, Fri). Thank fuckin' god! :) How's then?
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jennacarver asked: Le hangout is necessary! When?
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“Aureliano not only understood by then, he also lived his brother’s...”
– One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. “Pooh?” he whispered....”
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