December 2011
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Fuck, I’ve got another cold. Stupid sickness.
And last night I had a dream about a fast food restaurant that only sold something called a ‘blood dinner’. It ended before I could find out what that was.
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No, I wouldn’t die for you.
I would suffer for you.
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It was Christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I don’t dream
Her name’s on my tongue
And her blood’s in my stream
-John Prine
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Must remember to bring my camera to my Mum’s house. She’s got chickens! Live chickens! In a coop!
Coop is a fun word.
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“Black is not sad. Bright colors are what depresses me. They’re so … empty. Black...”
– (via doyouneedamint)
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miniminchin:
blacklacesky:
An American guy speaking to Eddie Izzard and Jimmy Carr: “Is it wrong that I wanna fuck your accents? Is that wrong? They’re just so nice!”
Tim Minchin: “I just want to say, why don’t you wanna fuck my accent? My accent can take just as good a fuckin’ as any accent.”
Jimmy Carr: “..Your accent sounds like it’s already been fucked.”
<3
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Louise Brooks quote I’d like as a tattoo:
“in cruel pursuit of truth and excellence”
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But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.
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