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partytights:
La valse d’Amélie - Yann Tiersen
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“Jack Kerouac was a writer. That is, he wrote. Many people who call themselves...”
– William Burroughs, Remembering Jack Kerouac (via fuckyeahbeatgeneration)
you can’t move.
you can’t scream.
you want to, you know somebody will hear but you open your mouth and nothing comes out.
it hurts. you wonder if you’re crying.
you wonder how disappointed you’ll be that you didn’t do anything when it’s over.
then you wonder if it’ll ever be over.
will it end.
no.
it never ends. it physically ends.
but...
Watchnothing killed me more than this. so good. vince is such a minx. and i don’t think i’ve ever been more confused about oscar and jeremy’s sexuality. but i suppose they’re more confused than i am.
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down-boy:
I swear to WHOEVER… My love/lust life is a perfect mix of those I can never seem to even talk to, that I will forever not do anything about, that are forever out of my league, that are forever my unicorns VS. those that I have actually gone out with and turn up to places I go, drunk out of their minds, yelling shit into my ear that I don’t care about while I’m trying to enjoy one of my...
