You Bastard!
Meanest coon you'll meet.
My music blog is jazzblood.
My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think. The Waste Land (T.S. Eliot)
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My Little Misanthrope
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I knew this because as I drove, the hole that was me and my life was getting smaller and smaller and was being filled with New Hampshire, or maybe it was the idea of New Hampshire, but who cares, as long as it was filling up the hole. - empire! empire! (i was a lonely estate) | Early Discography

Dear, do not go quietly.
Do not go
Do not go at all.
You are needed here.

It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken. Hotel Books, I Always Thought I Would Be Okay (via senyahearts)
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Feminists then and feminists now.
Priorities have shifted so dramatically that I’m not even really sure that they’re the same movement anymore.

and this is why I am not a feminist. 

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