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boobjob12: we fall but our souls are flying
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Saturday, May 7, 2011. We fall but our souls are flying. May 8, 2011 at 9:22 PM. Im a fan of the Decemberists too! The first song I heard by them was Engine Driver, and I totally love their kinda baroque-y sound. This is a good one too :). June 20, 2011 at 3:22 PM. I like the string instruments in this :o. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. We fall but our souls are flying. Crazy isn't so bad. Everything you need to know about Lauren Fairweather and her various musical projects.
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boobjob12: May 2011
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Saturday, May 7, 2011. We fall but our souls are flying. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. We fall but our souls are flying. Crazy isn't so bad. Everything you need to know about Lauren Fairweather and her various musical projects. Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords. Hazel describes her clothes. I'm Not Going To Lie To You. Oh, hey Kristina. The Words Blew in. This, that and t'other. Untitled, for lack of a better name. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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boobjob12: August 2010
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Monday, August 30, 2010. I think I just realized why I always had a crush on Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls when I was growing up. It's because of the flannel! That is exactly the reason. I love flannel. Plaid. Any shirt along those lines. (Like this expensive hunk of amazingness. I adopted a word today. Nidifice. It means nest. I was on tumblr this morning (when I say this morning, I definitely mean 2am) and I think it was my friend Marina. Who reblogged the link from Liz. You know what I don’t get?
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boobjob12: August 2011
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011. I am the only son. Listen and love and never never forget. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. I am the only son. Crazy isn't so bad. Everything you need to know about Lauren Fairweather and her various musical projects. Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords. Hazel describes her clothes. I'm Not Going To Lie To You. Oh, hey Kristina. The Words Blew in. This, that and t'other. Untitled, for lack of a better name. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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boobjob12: I am the only son
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Tuesday, August 2, 2011. I am the only son. Listen and love and never never forget. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I am the only son. Crazy isn't so bad. Everything you need to know about Lauren Fairweather and her various musical projects. Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords. Hazel describes her clothes. I'm Not Going To Lie To You. Oh, hey Kristina. The Words Blew in. This, that and t'other. Untitled, for lack of a better name. Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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boobjob12: December 2010
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Thursday, December 9, 2010. Sunday, December 5, 2010. The things I don't tell. Someone you can't depend on to just be… normal? And if they don't care, it will just make them feel awkward. I can always tell. I spend so many of my moments worrying about other people, so how can anyone blame me when I don't want to inflict that brain-crippling worry on anyone else? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The things I dont tell. Crazy isn't so bad. Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords.
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boobjob12: thoughts from middle school
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Saturday, March 3, 2012. Thoughts from middle school. With her. I was so young, so naive, and in that year, so incredibly depressed. However, I had forgotten the light that she brought me during that year. Wait, am I describing this girl or myself? Wait, am I talking about the funfair or this girl? Because it really sucks. I almost said, “f* *s” lol. Okay, so this whole thing isn’t working out very well. I need to make paragraphs. I clearly felt something. Did I just hide this from everyone, unknowingly?
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boobjob12: September 2010
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010. The infection of love. Wanting to Die, a poem by Anne Sexton, was written to explain why poets, people, anyone like herself (and her friend Sylvia Plath) would want to kill themselves. Keep in mind, this isn't my opinion, nor is it any general truth, just her opinion, I suppose. You can read it here. Wow… that didn't really lighten the mood, did it? Sunday, September 12, 2010. Quotations and poems ahoy! You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.". Without...
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boobjob12: November 2011
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011. Without meaning to sound cocky at all. It means, and get this, that you are normal. I have no idea who I am. And this sucks because I used to be one of the only people I know who had things figured out. The key to life, so to speak. There are only a few things that I know to be true these days. I feel most comfortable in a tshirt and cardigan. It makes me feel thin, which if anyone knows me at all, would say that me thinking anything but is ridiculous, "you're so thin! I'm g...
