January 2011
Lord, I do not know how to hold my hands in a prayer that does not involve the body of a man. My fingers are restless against themselves, they do not know when to steeple or hug in fists, but they cling and grab as starving birds to backs and biceps and the belly of my whale. When they are corralled and broken, humble to be worked, I will carry you along.
-by Vespera
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clapyourhandssaykirsten:
The Kills - Sour...
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WatchThe video is up! I’m the wet eye that blinks a lot.
Video by Tomek Ślesicki
Ps- The rap is pretty awful, I recommend muting and playing something more cinematic instead.
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Mat is making me LOL ^_^
“I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her...”
– Henry and June by Anais Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his...”
– Nelson Mandela (via loveyourchaos)
Oh Susan, you sexy redheaded Irish minx! Marry me!!
Hahahaha oh Britain’s next top model, you are so full of DAHRAMA
I need a new body. This one keeps complaining AND I DON’T KNOW WHATS WRONG WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME
