February 2012
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Anonymous asked: favourite lyrics?
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leave the wine glass out and drink a toast to never
- the velvet underground
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the red hot chili peppers; breaking the girl
lounge in lingerie. paint your lips red a drink wine. that’s how you write a story about a femme fatale.
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Anonymous asked: Are you sad and lonely?
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florence + the machine; i heard it through the...
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GUYS, GUESS WHAT?
I’M GOING TO SEE FLORENCE + THE MACHINE LIVE.
IT’S SET. IT’S DONE. THE TICKETS ARE BOUGHT. IT’S HAPPENING. IT’S HAPPENING. IT’S HAPPENING.
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i feel as small as my lowercase letters.
“i hate it when people are talented and nice. i mean, be a bitch so i can hate you.”
- my sister
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florence + the machine; bird song intro
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Anonymous asked: What was your last kiss like?
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pale seas; amour
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you don’t tell a story only to yourself. there’s always someone else.
even when there is no one.
- the handmaid’s tale, maragaret atwood
Anonymous asked: What do you do with a boy whose fingers are all encoiled with inhibitions; who doesn't love words like you but watches you in a way which makes you think he loves the same sentiment that drives you to love words which is enough. What do you do with a boy who is kept in the grasp of someone who he doesn't love who won't let him have anyone else. What do you do with a shy shy boy who...
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i began using pens instead of pencils.
mistakes are seen now.
crossed out, maybe, but never erased.
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were most of your stars out? were you busy writing your heart out?
-j.d. salinger
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coma foxes; school night
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“you cut off your hair.”
“yeah.”
we both knew that i cut off so much more than that.
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“how old are you?”
“seventeen.”
“i’m ten. i can hold twelve cinnamon hearts in my mouth before spitting them out because they’re too cinnamon-y.”
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today a boy called me ‘hot’.
he’s ten years old and he runs an origami club and he wants to be window-washer (like his father) when he grows up.
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dear nobody,
i wish we were better friends.
i wish we were better people.
the kills show was euphoric.
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dear nobody,
you are more than what you are going through.
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abrutalkind asked: That last post reminded me of shoshana from inglorious basterds
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i wanted to be dangerous.
i wanted to be dangerous so i smeared crimson on my lips and drank a different state of mind.
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the doors; people are strange
Anonymous asked: Hello Lana, i just wanted to say that i find eternal comfort in your blog, i religiously visit it everyday, thank you for your words.
Anonymous asked: Do you consider yourself beautiful?
never complain. never explain.
Anonymous asked: Are you seeing anybodyyyy?
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“we did go out. he took me to a bookshop and showed me his favourite books. that’s all the clearance you need to get in my pants, i guess.”
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i’ve said it before and i’ll say it once again, taxi cab drivers and telephone operators make the best conversationalists.
Journalist: Would you rather make love or make poems? Or is it the same thing?
Leonard Cohen: That depends on the girl.