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buddy holly wears big glasses

May 22 '13

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May 16 '13

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Apr 6 '13
oldsoulinside: Andrew Dadson - Waited (2011)

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Andrew Dadson - Waited (2011)

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Mar 27 '13
lastdaysofmagic: Once you want something, everything changes.

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Once you want something, everything changes.

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Mar 27 '13

Andrea Gibson performing “Birthday” at Keuka College in Penn Yan, NY, on September 30, 2009.

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Mar 24 '13

Maybe it’s just me, but…

what you do for a living doesn’t have to be the most interesting part about you.

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Mar 22 '13
“No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless its roots reach down to Hell.”
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Mar 21 '13
suisik: “We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.” The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

suisik:

“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”

The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Eugenides

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