Girl in love with polka dots. |
This is the beginning of my tumblr journey. I find myself in the midst of transition - newly single, hopelessly lonely, incredibly busy and trying to find out who I really am. Perhaps in time I will write some anecdotes, share some stories of the past and ponder my idea of the future. For now, this is me. Perhaps you could come along for the ride? |
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Typewriter Series #423 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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NotesThe trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.
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“Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.”
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“I repeat your name, each time different,
into sand, into moonlight.
Far off, the lake crumbles at its edges,
the sky holds out its arms.” -
Please don’t regard this as a love-letter, or any note of that sort. Understand that this is merely a collection of words, grouped in order to give...
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If you didn’t cut last night, I’m proud of you.
If you didn’t purge last night, I’m proud of you. -
