SONG OF THE DAY:
“The Ghost In You” - Psychedelic Furs
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Everytime I sit in that chair I feel weak and warm. Everytime I think about it I feel sick. All the waves come over me at once and I’m floating in a sea of memories. My tummy twisting, shaken by the wakes…up and down, down. I want the strength of thousand year old glaciers, to hold me, high above the water.
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Shm
I should not have disobeyed your rules. I’m sure you will find a way to make me pay for what I’ve done. Ile be better next time, I promise.
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(Source: myskinnybones, via pizza-weed-cats)
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I met Lilly trying to sleep off her life in Pigeon Park downtown Vancouver.People were looming around,some still high and others waiting for the connection to show up.She had the whole bench taken up between her bag of clothes and her out stretched body and seemed unconcerned that people needed a place to sit.Her hair was cut short to her head,but not for ease of care.When the female addicts don’t make good with their drug debts the dealers shave their heads to send the message the other woman what happens if you don’t pay up.I am sure that was the least of her problems but it somehow added to the sorrow.
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© Nikki Sixx Photography
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do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete ur blog, stop eating meat, shave or head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
(Source: uoa, via electrifry)
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I don’t know what I’m gonna do when you leave. I’m afraid I’ve spent too much time with you and when you set sail, all I will have left is the memories. Who will use me, and abuse me. Who will I wait up for, who will I think about. I can’t go up alone, I’m going to be so fucking sick, and I’m blaming you.
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He says he’s gonna f-f-fix me up, before its to late.
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“Dear soul, I’m awed.
Did I once say your words were cold?
I take it back.
I wrote and didn’t feel you answering
and I got scared.
Then your reply
Wrote itself upon my world, and the letters came alive.
How could I ever doubt that you were real?”
Jane Roberts (1976,
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