October 2009
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Hello Samantha Anne,
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March 2009
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What About Death is Easy Again?
mooneymegan: I had a dream quite beautiful and true About which I cannot say- Nevertheless chaos abruptly ensued The bed that once let angels visit then fleet Now chained me with ruthless prongs-grappling My head, my chest, my thighs, my feet And now, I can no longer rest For you or for me …Not truly. The world has shown its true colors And your heart is broken And you met the man,...
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February 2009
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The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at...
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HEY COUSIN!!!
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Listenmooneymegan: ” No one wants to be alone.” -Son...
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My Big Nurse
When the lake’s on fire With all the world’s desires When he shakes the stars above When we lose the ones we love When the seasons lose their grip When the tighrope walker slips I’m counting all the possibilities When the past becomes the now When the lost becomes the found When we fall in love with war When the angel fucks the whore When the road we travel on...
Feb 10th
Hey Ree,
If I texted you as much as I thought to text you, our phone bill would be in the mid-thousands. There are so many things I see and think that I want to share with you. In a perfect world you would live in my front pocket and we would talk all day everyday. Sister, I’m gonna fucking miss you.
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“But lo! men have become the tools of their tools.”
– Walden, Henry David Thoreau (via annarexia)
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2012
For as long as I can remember my sister has prepared for the apocolypse. She was constantly studying (which i’m sure she finds pointless if only to make her greencard more impressive)and has been collecting camping supplies for quite some time. With the current economic and social situation in America dwindling to an all time low, which she and her girlfriend have seen coming for years, she...
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