February 2011
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You Kazami Samurai Champloo: Music Record Katana ...
January 2011
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“Me, I’m just staring down the barrel of an ordinary life.”
transparenteyeball asked: Can you post some more of your own photography on your blog, please? Sankyou!! :D
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Man, what is up with these furry animal pics. I’m starting to feel a little emasculated. Gotta fix that.
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Eremophobia - Fear of being oneself or of loneliness Autophobia - Fear of loneliness Arachnophobia - Fear of spiders Batophobia - Fear of heights Bathophobia - Fear of depth
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Finally! It’s a new day. Tumblr only lets you upload one song per day so I actually get excited when the next day comes along. I’ll upload later tonight; there’s a song lined up already
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Tumblr, please let us upload more than one song per day. At least two. or three.
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Boy Lights On Waiting For The Heart To Beat
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They Say It’s Wonderful Frank Sinatra...
Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when you’re angry. Don’t make decisions when...
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The reason why that movie hurt so much was because it was all true. From the misleading beginning, the uncertain middle, and the harsh ending.
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Ugh They’re all the same, just like we’re all the same. Why let your expectations go cloud-9 when you already know what will come out of it, what will happen, what she will think.
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The girl with dark hair was coming toward him across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire in him; indeed, he barely looked at it. What overwhelmed him in that instant was admiration for the gesture with which she had thrown her clothes aside. With its grace and...
So young for death, we walk in shoes too big But you play it like a poet like you always did And I lay face upturned on the palm of God Pushed on by the fingertips of dreams They haunted me, consoling me And I would like to call, call it beauty Strained as love’s become, it still amazes me And I would like to call it beauty Beauty, beauty, beauty You slept a sigh like the angels speak And we...
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Nothing’s changed.
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“It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss”
“Don’t make decisions when you’re angry.
Don’t make promises...”
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“Stop expecting a great picture!”
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He Wasn’t There Lily Allen It’s Not...
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Is there fiction in your heart?
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Weak Gretchen Parlato In A Dream Percussion-heavy...
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I waited and I saw
Claire: And your girlfriend…?
Drew: Ellen
Claire: How’s that goin’?
Drew: Sort of a wait-and-see
Claire: Oh yea?
Drew: But then I waited and I saw