September 2011
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“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such, Although I liked a few folk pretty...”
– Sonnet, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman) This is what good poetry does to you: It creeps into your bones and finds its way out of your skin in the form of goosebumps. (via mimisaurus)
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Sep 25th
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Sep 25th
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my first tumbler.  I don’t know how this works at all but this where all the cool kids hang right?
Sep 25th