June 2012
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finally got diablo 3 it’s the solution to all my problems
Jun 2nd
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May 2012
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GATSBY TRAILERSO EXCITE HAD TO LET THIS OUT SOMEWHERE  asdsagfijsaf !! i already know i’m going to watch this in the theater alone a dozen times
May 23rd
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May 21st
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May 20th
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May 16th
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May 14th
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Hey There You Are, Perry!: Sonnet XVII by Pablo... →
mrmeganfox: I do not love you as if you were a rose made of salt or topaz or an arrow of carnations spreading fire: I love you the way certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you like the plant that never blooms, but conceals within itself the light of those flowers; and, thanks to your love, the darkness of my body
May 14th
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May 6th
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May 1st
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May 1st
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May 1st
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May 1st
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April 2012
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Apr 30th
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Listenhowtosavealife: there’s something about...
Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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Apr 29th
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i refuse to leave this room until someone has a cure for eczema T________________T
Apr 29th
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Apr 27th
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Apr 21st
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Apr 20th
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Apr 15th
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anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by...
Apr 15th
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Apr 14th
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Apr 9th
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Sonnet LXIX
dishabillic: Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my...
Apr 9th
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Apr 6th
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March 2012
13 posts
what. ever.
Mar 31st
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Mar 30th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 19th
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Mar 16th
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Mar 15th
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Mar 13th
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Mar 13th
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Mar 11th
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Mar 10th
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Mar 5th
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Mar 4th
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Mar 2nd
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Mar 1st
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February 2012
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Feb 26th
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Feb 20th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 13th
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