February 2012
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anosedax:
Our Hero, in Disarray
Say yes. Else what I have here are fragments or fractions or refracted shafts of light from somewhere. Where? Not me. I
grew a mustache to prove to myself that I am still alive. If I make it through an entire cup of chai tea, will I be rewarded? And, if so, what will the award be?
Okay, so it will not be love. Fair enough. But...
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“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...”
– Anaïs Nin (via redvelvetteacake)
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Anonymous asked: if only i could penetrate you lovingly...