January 2011
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Truffle Shuffle
lenfantvon:
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ListenIt ain’t so easy to love you true.
Jan 23rd
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Jan 22nd
Follow this kid?!
http://padulaoblongata.tumblr.com/ http://padulaoblongata.tumblr.com/ http://padulaoblongata.tumblr.com/ Isn’t his URL AMAZING? Get it?!? Like Medula Oblongata…except he used his LAST NAME. ZOMGZOMGZM!!!11oneleven SO COOL. I had a bit of an influence on this… (:
Jan 22nd
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Listen I live to let you shine.
Jan 21st
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Jan 20th
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                               I wanted to write it on my binder—on the radiator to the side of my desk; the bathroom walls. I wanted to write it on the siding of a train so that it would carry the message to its every destination. I wanted to write it on the bulbs of the streetlamps so it showed up in shadows on the concrete. It’s funny how you’d think you’d want to write the...
Jan 20th
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Jan 19th
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                                In the average local view of the horizon there are only about 1,400 visible stars. Maybe even less, depending on the location. Yet, when we gaze into the night sky we imagine a dream-like array of billions of stars. We make the nightscape out to be so much more brilliant than its reality. Beyond what we can see is an estimated 70 sextillion stars. All we really...
Jan 19th
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                                        “I love you,” the sugary words that fizzed on my tongue were tinged with hints of salt. The sweet, saturated lie slipped through my lips and hovered in the air. I was an amazing liar—but still there was doubt shivering in her eyelashes.         “I wish it were true, I really do.”        Unexpectedly, the sticky salt vanished from the corners of my lips...
Jan 19th
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                                You and I are trains; we begin 150 miles apart, if I travel at 60 mph and you at 90 mph, when will we collide? But the thing is, we aren’t even running on the same track—we can go ‘round and ‘round the world again and again and never cross paths. Perhaps the only instance in which we will convene is in the few seconds of time when we brush past...
Jan 19th
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Kon kon.
Jan 19th
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