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”Father? …Yes son? I want to kill you. Mother? I want to fuck you…
Jim Morrison. (Track: The End) -
(via emilyjadethomas)
Posted on July 3, 2011 via prettybooks with 160 notes
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no really, i'm fine.: Eating Poetry
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the…
(via wearywithoutsleep)
Posted on July 3, 2011 via The William Beckett with 203 notes
Source: thewilliambeckett
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You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
Chuck Palahniuk (via atomos)(via idontneedyourauthority)
Posted on July 3, 2011 via ☾ with 436 notes
Source: atomos
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It has been 40 years since the world lost the Lizard King. R.I.P
(via idontneedyourauthority)
Posted on July 3, 2011 via End Of Line with 94 notes
Source: dothereject
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Posted on July 3, 2011 via teaching literacy. with 44 notes
Source: teachingliteracy
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(via lifeofliterature)
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Nothing, but death.
The last words of Jane Austen, when asked by her sister if there was anything she wanted (via dyingprose)(via wearywithoutsleep)
Posted on July 3, 2011 via Last Words with 39 notes
appreciation of classic and modern literature, to its best.
