February 2012
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You are my knight in tarnished armour.
No, no I can't keep everyone happy.
Fuck off.
“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via philphys)
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Yeah, I have bright red hair.
What. The fuck. Of it.
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Seeing Radiohead in November?
Yes, yes I am.
WOOP.
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Something Vague - Bright Eyes (live, July 2000)
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If someday we all go to prison for downloading...
anthrodynia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for all things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
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Lou. Give me a milk. Chocolate.
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