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hate peas, love pie / small town wannabe writer
"justice the founder of my fabric moved: to rear me was the task
of power divine, supremest wisdom, and primeval love"
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My dating standards are back up to lumberjack or nothing.

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"When I first saw him, I said he’s like a Gary Cooper. He’s bashful, he’s shy, he’s sensitive, he’s a great actor, he’s beautiful, he’s delicious."


My favorite pairing in this show

I bought a Five Hour Energy today in preparation for the next three weeks.

I think the last time I had an FHE was when I was working 30 hour weekends while going to school and I would drink at least one a week. I’m saving it for an emergency but I’m probably going to have to buy a few more.

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But what a story he told me, as one-pointed and resonant as any war story I ever heard, it took me a year to understand it:

'Patrol went up a mountain. One man came back. He died before he could tell us what happened.'

I waited for the rest, but it seemed not to be that kind of story; when I asked him what had happened he just looked like he felt sorry for me, fucked if he’d waste time telling stories to anyone dumb as I was.

- Michael Herr, Dispatches


Joe Altin : The NightsWatch.


I forced this movie on Josh a few weeks ago and the sound he made at this point was not human.

Abandoned sanatorium.

I got a greater amount of money than usual for Easter (I attribute this to my younger cousins’ idiocy, not my natural egg-finding talent of which I have an average amount) so tomorrow on my way back to school I’m feeling a stop at Target for some cheap, brightly-colored, v-neck t-shirts.

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