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Liquor is Quicker


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My Mind Unraveled

I think things, and I don't think they're normal. I always reblog Alice.

I miss my cats.


timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article:  Is Poetry Dead? Not if 45 Official Laureates Are Any Indication
"We held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance, as to which our hearts were to lie. And the night kissed us softly on the cheek and the trees bowed before our knees as to exact the point of growing fond of the memories we would never let die."
Old Gray (via notsobearr)
lucjan:

an unexpected encounter with the Dark Matter
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