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(Source: thechosenjuan, via iamwhatyouwantmetobe)
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amq:
Sleep don’t visit, so I choke on sun,
And the days blur into one.
And the backs of my eyes hum,
With things I’ve never done…All my nightmares escaped my head,
Bar the door, please don’t let them in.
You were never supposed to leave;
Now my head’s splitting at the seams,
And I don’t know if I can…Radical Face - Welcome Home
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APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain."Thomas Stearns Eliot “The Waste Land “ (via moroshka) -
The Shins- The Rifle’s Spiral
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