October 2010
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“Take Your Time (Coming Home)” - Fun.
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“Wall Of Arms” - The Maccabees
Those...
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“Precious Time” - The Maccabees
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“I once hosted an introverted party. Everyone came over and did their own thing...”
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- Anonymous
The Introvert’s Corner blog: “We Gotta Fight for our Right Not to Party” (on Boing Boing)
(via metheliving, herself)
(via exhale)
(via bethlehems)
This is why I love living with 4-6 people at all times.
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The Onion: 1 In 5 Americans Believe Obama Is A... →
“He must speak frankly to the American people about his mammalian background,” Pelmont added. “If not, it’s only a matter of time before people start believing those fringe bloggers who claim the president of the United States is actually an old washing machine.”
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I think I'm the only girl in the world with Regina...
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Thanks for the adivce, ma.
Me: Yeah I'm going to be working this weekend and probably will be up really late Friday and Saturday [with my friend who is visiting.]
Mom: Oh, you'll be exhausted.
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Mom: Well. Take a vitamin.
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“Dog Days Are Over” - Florence &...
drinkyourjuice:
Guided By Voices — Smothered in...
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“Dog Days Are Over” - Florence &...
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“I Think Ur A Contra” - Vampire...
At Twenty-Eight | Amy Fleury
sorryimstoned:
It seems I get by on more luck than sense, not the kind brought on by knuckle to wood, breath on dice, or pennies found in the mud. I shimmy and slip by on pure fool chance. At turns charmed and cursed, a girl knows romance as coffee, red wine, and books; solitude she counts as daylight virtue and muted evenings, the inventory of absence. But this is no sorry spinster story, just...
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Ra Ra Riot - “Boy”
This song is...
bric-a-brac: Stolen Moments | Kim Addonizio →
mulberryalliance:
What happened, happened once. So now it’s best in memory—an orange he sliced: the skin unbroken, then the knife, the chilled wedge lifted to my mouth, his mouth, the thin membrane between us, the exquisite orange, tongue, orange, my nakedness and his, the way he pushed me up against the fridge— Now I get to feel his hands again, the kiss that didn’t last, but sent some neural...
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coffeestained:
Magpie To The...