May 2011
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May 31st
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ListenBowlegged and Starving // Jay Brannan
May 31st
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May 31st
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you just slip out the back, Jack.
May 30th
May 30th
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“i wanna lick lick you from your head to your toes and i wanna i wanna move...”
– edgar allan poe
May 30th
not some fucking blood on the receiver
May 30th
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May 30th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 29th
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May 28th
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May 28th
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May 28th
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“I go hard in the muhfuckin paint.”
– Claude Monet (via historysaidwhat)
May 28th
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Listenforks and knives [le fete] // beirut he means...
May 28th
May 28th
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May 28th
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May 27th
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May 27th
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ListenStop // Spice Girls JAM! Grocery shopping with...
May 27th
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May 27th
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May 27th
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May 27th
May 26th
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I love.
I <3 motherswit.
May 26th
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May 25th
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May 25th
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May 25th
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May 25th
May 25th
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ListenJay-Z feat. Kanye West and Adele // Never Chasing...
May 24th
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May 24th
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“At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of...”
– Charles Bukowski 
May 24th
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May 24th
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May 24th
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May 24th
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May 24th
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May 23rd
May 23rd
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May 22nd
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May 22nd
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May 22nd
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So much delusion but also donuts at work. TomTom is watching Austin Powers on Netflix, and Mario is eating something brought from home — something that I could never comprehend at the prospect of being provided free food. Even if it is just donuts and cake. Donuts and cake, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. #delusional
May 22nd
May 22nd
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complain complain complain. no one ever told me I had allergies so I can’t tell if I’ve got those or a cold. don’t have enough time to ever pick up any decent or relevant medication, so the sniffling lingers on, and I spend the majority of my night fighting to breathe. I am exhausted. fifth or sixth wind of the day. my mother calls me everyday, and everyday I miss the call. so...
May 22nd
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“show me a man who lives alone and has a perpetually dirty kitchen, and 5 times...”
– charles bukowski, over 19th & 20th bottles of beer. 7 june 1967.
May 21st
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