I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart

Young but old-feeling, novel-writing nobody; a sucker for cityscapes.
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Soft as Fontanelle turned 4 today!
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exposed landscape (by the 5th horseman)
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"New Slang" - The Shins

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth
Only I don’t know how they got out, dear

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.
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I want to get a tattoo of a tiny planet 

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Being drunk on the bus has the most incredibly consistent marginal utility this is no different than being nineteen

You’ve got a husband now / I have Waxahatchee creek 

(Source: teethvsteeth)

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