September 2011
84 posts
“Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a...”
– The Page of Herodias, ‘Salome’ by Oscar Wilde
I ripped my soul in fourths fifths sixths unto them, I surrendered pieces of my soul that could never be returned to me but would remain with them for eternity, an irreparable sacrifice in hopes of solicitude
In return only the dust under their fingernails! True companionship pure love, ha! How you debase, contaminate, taint the meaning of friendship
I was being inhibited by those whom I...
Mirah- Advisory Committee
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joshuaclaytondavis:
confidence builder
Flaming Torch- The Only Ones
“Holding onto your deteriorating past denies it the chance to decay and bloom...”
– Katrina Zafrine (via funeral)
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Wavves- Stained Glass (Won’t you let me...
No Joy- You Girls Smoke Cigarettes?
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WatchIn honor.
