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“The ’60s are gone, dope will never be as cheap, sex never as free, and the rock and roll never as great.”
Abbie HoffmanGoodbye to the days adults could pack everything up into a van, name it something awesome, drive across the country tripping and making art and love and revelations. Oh the 60s, sorry I never never knew you.
(via thepepperinyourpot)
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Sell the Vatican, Feed the World- Sarah Silverman
This could not be any more perfect.
(Source: houseblew)
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A second Tumblr: The Second Glass of Absinthe
By no means is this a replacement blog. I was just going through my Likes and realized how many interesting things I come across but can’t fit into my personal blog.
So here we are. Its little more uninhibited, a tad bit more NSFW. A carefree dump of reblogs. Follow if you’d like.
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(via emilydarco)
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*wine-eyed*
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Please Please Please- Fiona Apple
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This is incredible, right here. For more reasons than one.
(Source: rippedandfit, via ninefoldgoddess)
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Godalmighty.
(Source: delectatiomorosamkii, via unescapeunacosa)
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I will take a big tall glass of mindless fucking with my wine, please.
No rules. No limits. No restrictions. No second guessing. Anything goes. Everything goes.
I will fuck until I am pleasantly sore and satisfyingly exhausted.
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All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life; where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it."
Miranda July(Source: thislionsmane, via fuckyeahmirandajuly)
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Tomorrow I must buy a new jug of wine.
Chilled massive glass of whatever-the-fuck-kinda-wine-I-can-get-my-hands-on,
Please throw yourself back into my mouth and down my throat and be followed with at least 3 more.
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(Source: pukie, via thepepperinyourpot)
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In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weather man could report if the water level in the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York was in heavy boots."
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close -Jonathan Safran Foer(Source: spiirel)
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High-res →
I greet the end of the day with a jay. I haven’t felt like this in a while. This is a good thing.
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First day of classes.
The Short Story, Creative Fiction Writing, Social Problems, Political History in the 20th Century.
Stamp.
