February 2012
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It may be snowing outside, but inside my mother and I are drinking rum and listening to The Beach Boys.
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“I can still smell you
softly inside my collar.
You are with me now.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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Wintering
“Wintering in a dark without window
At the heart of the house
Next to the last tenant’s rancid jam
And the bottle of empty glitters___
Sir So-and-So’s gin…”
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Leaving for Michigan for a week. Hiatus on life, and doodling.
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“I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the...”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via tarrinj)
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