D'you think people would come out to france to model for me...
if i offered them free accomadation?
Like, they have to pay for flights and stuff but they can stay in our gite for free?
Uh, yes!
September 2009
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“We must have infinite faith in each other. If we have not, we must never let it leak out that we have not.”
—Thoreau
I need to keep my heart where it belongs. Imprisoned behind my ribs, deep within my chest. My tongue held hostage behind my lips. My oversized teeth guarding my oversized mouth that is now regretting what it has just revealed.
“Creativity is to let go of all uncertainties.”
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“Really I don’t like human nature unless all candied over with art.”
—Virginia Woolf
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Shake (Mentirosa)- Ying Yang Twins
bahahaha
The leaves have begun to turn. and fold up like burning paper, even changing to the color of the flame.
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Paint’s Peeling- Rilo Kiley
Why is it so much easier for us to love the imperfections of someone else rather than our own? The way you bite your lip when you’re holding something back. I love it, you hate it. The way I can never walk in a straight line. Well, maybe you don’t love that, but then again, neither do I. I don’t love the way everyone holds on just because they don’t want to be alone, but that’s also because I am that way. Watching the skipping stones jump across the water until they sink to the bottom, that’s just it, it’s living. We just keep going and are admired just up until we start sinking, and at that point no one cares anymore. When we hit the bottom we just get buried back into the earth, a skipping stone is just a rock, and a rock is nothing beautiful to look at.
“I am nobody’s little weasel.”
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The Good That Won’t Come Out- Rilo Kiley
My life is full of so many loving people, but they will always strangers to me. No one knows my feelings and I can’t imagine anybody that would want to know what goes on in this little head. No one knows the songs that reach down my throat and grab at my heartstrings until I’m being played like a harp. And I have so many people in my life, but they’re all at a distance. They’ve always been just out of reach. There are so many walls around me, walls that I have never wanted, and never will want. I want to get out of here, set foot on the soil of every country until my feet are black. Until exotic flowers stem from my toes and I’m turned into the most beautiful garden anyone has every seen.
