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Quiet night at home, play my siren song, attracting none, my ship just won’t come in.
Clinging to the rigid rock of ages, never ever ever ever get the chance to sin.
” —July 2010
Today I saw a man who looked exactly like Alexander Mcqueen, right down to the mole under his eye, he was leaning on his car and smoking a cigarette
There are more Subaru Outbacks on the road than there are people in this world. They’re like ants.
I spent another day buying presents for myself…it’s getting unhealthy.
Vous en êtes pleins.
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“Often the Goddess starts challenging this kind of complacency with gentle taps on your shoulder, asking quietly, ‘Do you want some help?’ At which point, if you’re like I was, you’ll say ‘No thanks, I’m having a really good time!’ Eventually she hits you in the back of the head, and perhaps you again refuse help: ‘No, get out of here. I’m having a really good time!” Eventually she sticks her stiletto in your heart chakra like a pre-op transvestite while putting cigarettes out on your body and demands, “Okay, are you ready to change now?’” -Kelly Cutrone
I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so empty.
Thank you for the wonderful Watercolor set Frances :) I can finally bail my sketchbook out of the black&white age. Now I just need some serious drawing lessons and I’ll be all set.
“Love is a dress that you made long to hide your knees”
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Caked in charcoal for the rest of the night
It’s been a paranoid day. I’ve been in my own head for too long… I have these days when I just feel like something bad is gonna happen soon. Every time I get these feelings, something awful does happen within a few days. I just want to go to sleep with a clear head for once
“Papa died smilin, wide as the ring of a bell,
gone all star white, small as a wish in a well,
and Sodom, South Georgia woke like a tree full of bees,
buried in Christmas bows and a blanket of weeds.” —
gone all star white, small as a wish in a well,
and Sodom, South Georgia woke like a tree full of bees,
buried in Christmas bows and a blanket of weeds.” —
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My Dachshund is depressed and it’s breaking my heart.
For her birthday my mom got a bunch of high end cosmetics and skin care stuff, a spa day, a lovely sunhat, and a kayak. She was however, more excited about the free oven mitts she got in the mail from L.L. Bean. Rock on Bonita.
FOR ONCE I feel burning in my love-handle area. Did I actually pick an effective routine this time? Let’s give it another month and see…
