March 2012
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February 2012
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I hate how much of myself I see in you, how we are so hollow from what they took.
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“I saw a ghost, I think it was me.”
– barcelona
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Tonight.
We rage.
I’m disgusted with all of you.
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“This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army...”
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everybody’s gone… didn’t...
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So I went casket shopping today. I found out the perfect one; hunter green (he said he wanted green) with gold trim and chose the same vault he buried his son in. Then I picked out the memorial book. He always loved eagles. I got a new dress too that I’ll wear just for him. It makes me look skinny, but he’ll love that. The preacher comes tomorrow and I have all of the bible verses...
“A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but still I loved life....”
– Voltaire (via larmoyante)
There is not enough vodka in the world right now for all of this. holy shit.
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing...”
– T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via 35bit)