March 2012
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The Two Times I Most Loved You in a Car, Dorothea...
presidents:
It was your idea to park and watch the elephants swaying among the trees like royalty at that make-believe safari near Laguna. I didn’t know anything that big could be so quiet. And once, you stopped on a dark desert road, to show me the stars climbing over each other riotously like insects; like an orchestra thrashing its way through time itself. I never saw light...
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RIP Karl Roy.
sarahmeier:
Dear (some) Politicians,
The reason the public mourns the death of musicians
to a different degree and intensity than they do practically any other professional
is because musicians spend their lives
bearing all the risk
of telling the absolute truth.
—
Learn something?
Love,
-s.
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We talked and talked and talked. Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly...
– Marisa de los Santos (via srsly)
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