February 2012
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We do not truly speak except at a distance. There is no word not severed.
– Edmond Jabès, The Book of Margins, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (via proustitute)
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I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep, everything hurts and all I want is pancakes. And waffles. And eggs. And bacon.
Ron Swanson where are you when I want breakfast?
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I feel you, Tom Haverford. Not liking 90’s R&B is on my oh-no-no list, too.
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I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
– Pablo Neruda (via clavicola)
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