Out of It, In It, Out of It

sciretacere:

(by michele mobley)

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I have tickets to St. Vincent, Radiohead, and Sigur Ros sitting in my room, and all will be used within the next 3 and a half months.

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Jean-Paul Belmondo.

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Transverse Temporal Gyrus and Flaming Lips and Heady Fwends are currently on their way into my hands.

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horrormoan: hi my name is emily charouhas and i love you to bits.

emily, i love you so. soon we’ll be in portland and everything will be wonderful

now the 5th different person to say I remind them of jack skellington or “some skinny person from a tim burton film”

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Miranda July (via funeral)

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