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Fingers Crossed...
Things I found,
things I stole,
things that were mine all along.
Adieu.
(Source: oldjimmy, via boyinthewoods)
(via yelloweye)
Bob Dylan’s “Visions of Johanna”
Blonde on Blonde
(Source: trippinntumblin)
Happy Birthday, Bobby D
You are my hero. My patriarch. My Jesus.
(Source: kittenmeats, via dark-coffee)
John Kenn Mortensen’s Post-It Note Monsters
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Just got a BlackBerry Playbook and I named him Linus. I couldn’t find a decent picture for my background, so I customized my own.
I can drive my eye to terrible places,
Flash images of collapse and nursery rhymes,
Binary, triage, spontaneous combustion.
I do this regularly and with atonement up my sleeve.
I do this in hopes of shoes filled with sand, termites in vodka, a fuck for free with roots in old bunker hill.
(Source: idontwantogrowup)
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(Source: katya-g, via bathroom-sink)
Fuck my mom.
She’s a cunt.
