February 2011
118 posts
“She was extending a hand that I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via honeytar, inmyskin)
“When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study their hands lifting...”
– Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via honeytar, aliz-ard-deactivated20100919)
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ROGUE BICYCLES: MORNING IN THE TUMBLR APARTMENT →
roguebicycles:
There is a bird chirping on an aged window sill.
The bird is chirping to the tune of an Adele song that nobody has heard yet.
Your lover is still laying in bed, barebacked and still kind of anon. Forever anon.
A rose petal falls onto the wood floors.
The wood floors are from Hogwarts.
A…
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isuggestyoutryvichy:
Obliviate
Alexandre...
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