I want to adopt her

It is very likely that if I had a daughter she would very much be like this little Nerdy Dr Who fan here...

+ This is a cover of Tegan and Sara's Call It Off

January 28, 2012 in TV, Videos | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


love is a tired symphony

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January 28, 2012 in Eisley, MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


a pain stabbed my heart

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January 27, 2012 in autobio, Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


Vulnerable and Honest

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Helena Kvarnstrom

January 27, 2012 in Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


when I was burned and broken

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January 27, 2012 in autobio, MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


An Anthology of Desires or "drunk on the impossible past.”

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Remembrance, like Rembrandt - is dark but festive.
Nabokov

The monarchy of my nympholepsy has lead me here, staring at the last photograph I have of her and wondering if I should delete it. Might as well, being that she has infected my memory just like the others. Each girl was not a wounded bird I couldn't help loving, but actually vultures that devoured the feeling and understanding of Trust from within me.

Your letters got sadder. Your lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. It didn’t help. You said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
Bukowski

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Coincidence is a pimp and a cardsharper in ordinary fiction but a marvelous artist in the patterns of facts recollected by a non-ordinary memorist.
V.N.

Notbitter

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January 27, 2012 in Quotes, text | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


in the stars, my brain

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I had opted to be quiet. I had nothing nice to say. why be hurtful? Imagine how I felt when you spewed all the venom I held back right at me . If your goal was to constantly frustrate me, you win. I can't fucking find you. I've come to learn that you know how to torture me like the best of them.

“And then black night. The blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time:
One foot upon a mountaintop, one hand
Under the pebbles of a panting strand,
One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain,
In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain.”

 Canto Two, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov/ reluctantly subject to your disposal... 

January 26, 2012 in autobio, Nabokov, text, Tori Amos | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


Wednesday Panels.The Dark Knight Redux

Being a Frank Miller 2012 recreation of a page from 1986's The Dark Knight Returns.

DKR-2012

DKR-1986

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January 25, 2012 in Comics | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


I will be safe in my frame

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 Vader With A Parasol 

January 25, 2012 in MP3, Tori Amos | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)


atoms joined and inseparable

Jenecio FSCOTTenderisthenight

 - F.Scott Fitzgerald / fuckyeahillustrativeart 


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January 25, 2012 in Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)