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I relit my chest— the fractured light spinning—red! a dusting thread of flowers settled among the churn. Robin’s eggs—embers fall before—split! wide open— a rush— noise like trees burning, ending—then dreaming of uncovered wells.
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loveyourchaos:

Labryrinth,1986
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me you know what this movie is…

loveyourchaos:

Labryrinth,1986

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE tell me you know what this movie is…

Nov
25th
Wed
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I love this movie. Some people will like it for the math, the design—and others for the delicious literary references and, of course, Emma Thompson.
“Dramatic irony, it’ll fuck you every time.” —> LOL

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I love this movie. Some people will like it for the math, the design—and others for the delicious literary references and, of course, Emma Thompson.

“Dramatic irony, it’ll fuck you every time.” —> LOL

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itunes > shuffle > post first 10 songs.

tiresome:

1. “Undeclared” by the Dodos

2. “Lost at Sea” by Eisley

3. “Levon” by Elton John

4. “Get Up, Get Up, Get Up” by Barcelona

5. “Hussel” by M.I.A.

6. “Why Don’t We Do It in the Road?” by The Beatles

7. “Corpus Christi Carol” by Jeff Buckley

8. “The Laws Have Changed” by The New Pornographers

9. “We Own the Sky” by M83

10. “Venus” by Air

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isntitbyronic:

This is absolutely AMAZING.

<3

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I’ll hang from the words
that try to escape your lips.
Reach down for my hand.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
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I believed in Narnia until I was nine years old. If it did exist, I would go there in a heartbeat&#8230;and come back sometime.

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I believed in Narnia until I was nine years old. If it did exist, I would go there in a heartbeat…and come back sometime.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
— Robert Frost (via loveyourchaos)
Nov
24th
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Sitting with my heart
is yours, and I can hear them
beating together.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

I think it’s supposed to be “on yours” or something, but I could be wrong…either way, it’s lovely.