June 2012
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“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind...”
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godtier-rose:
A: Are you a virgin? B: 3 biggest pet peeves C: Celebrity crush? D: If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? E: Do you smoke? F: Do you drink? G: If you had to rank yourself on a scale of 1 to 10, what would you be? H: Longest relationship and with who? I: 5 turn ons J: 5 turn offs K: What’s the biggest lie you have ever told? L: Would you ever date...
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Mosquitoes kiss my neck and twist softly past my ears, sizzling. The air is thick and horns are scattered on the grass. A sequined jacket hangs on a clothesline, anticipating, anticipated. I watch you carry yourself from pocket of conversation to the next, graceful, collected. Jealous with every hand rested on a woman’s hot shoulder, shy with every camera tilted past my face,
In time you...
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My life ambition is to be a young beatnik that grows into the old woman that is deemed by all the children in town the mysterious neighborhood witch.
“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do...”
– W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via proustitute)
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(via yama-bato)
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The smell of earth after rain
is called Petrichor, and it is caused by Geosmin.
Geosmin is an organic compound with the formula C12H22O. It’s produced by several classes of microbes, including cyanobacteria (blue-green algae) and actinobacteria (especially Streptomyces), and released when these microbes die. The human nose is extremely sensitive to geosmin and is able to detect it at concentrations as low as 5 parts per...
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When I was young I refused to ask you to open jars. I’d try every trick, run it under hot water, use those round rubber discs that were meant to give you better grip, all the while you smiling this teeny tiny smile, snorting with amusement. You’d tell me I was too small and weak, and tell me it was time to accept that. But sometimes I refused to be weak or small, and I walked right...
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“It is June. I am tired of being brave.”
– Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know” (via cigrette)
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“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people”
– JD Salinger
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