I shouted scripture and algebra

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April 2011

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#lost #hurley #ben #hot pocket
Your blog is algebraic

thank you?

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March 2011

could not be more disgusted right now

it’s shocking how condescending and self-righteous someone will turn once she doesn’t think she has to be civil to you anymore. 

Mar 31, 2011
#it took everything i had not to put raehanna fucking reed in her fucking place
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#Girl, Interrupted #insanity
  • i love you
  • i am sorry

the two most profound and necessary things you can ever sincerely say to another person

Mar 31, 2011
#look who's being profound #and grownup #it's me :l
Mar 31, 20112,877 notes
#Camus #art #existentialism
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“i did not even know how to get out of it
was hitting a wall
a big, cunty, self-righteous wall.”
—
Mar 30, 2011
#big, cunty, self-righteous wall
“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.” —Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke (via julie911)
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Mar 30, 2011
#natalie dee
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#pushing daisies
“The purpose of anthropology is to make the world safe for human differences.” —Ruth Benedict (via fuckyeahanthropologymajorfox)
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Mar 29, 2011
#tattoo
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“

In the last light I follow a faint trail away from camp and down a short ridge to a small creek and wade shin deep a few yards upstream to a boulder. I climb up on the slick rock and peel off my shorts and lower myself naked into the creek. I paddle about for a moment and then wash up. The forest is quiet and cool and peaceful, and my exhaustion fades to a pleasant fatigue. Then, quite abruptly, I realize that I can no longer find the trail I descended. The forest is so thick I can’t see but a few yards in any direction. Above me, I can’t see through the canopy to the sky.

Then I hear “Hoooo-hoooo!”: Downstream, old Pego stands in the creek, watching me. Quickly, I pull on my shorts and follow him back through the forest and up the ridge to camp. It is the last time that I let myself go beyond sight of another human being.

”
—Joe Kane, Savages
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#Savages #Joe Kane
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