June 2011
new blog: no longer posting on capricornsuns
i have a new blog that i’ve branched off of my main fashion/design blog.
its called skin-coffin.
i’d love to see you all over there, i’ve missed you immensely as it is.
understand: since it’s a branch off of my main blog, i cannot follow you directly from skin-coffin. instead, it will be from a-u-r-o-r-a, which is the url of my main blog, but you will be reblogged by...
as some of you may or may not have noticed by now,...
this isn’t to say i want to abandon it, though. i will be moving it over so that i can post straight from one dashboard instead of having to log in and out constantly like i was doing. this way i can keep a maintaining flow for all of my lovely followers.
this does mean, though, starting from the ground up, so give me some time to get it all set up properly.
i will hopefully keep the same...
May 2011
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nikkilane:
It Ain’t Me Babe
- Bob Dylan
Happy...
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“Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would...”
– Charles Baudelaire, Paris Spleen (via clavicola)
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“You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and...”
– Charles Baudelaire, Artificial Paradises: Baudelaire’s Masterpiece on Hashish (via clavicola)
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“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you...”
– J.D. Salinger (The Catcher in the Rye)
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“Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural; you wake up and...”
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via chatoyance)
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“…the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter,...”
– Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via clavicola)
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“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via lenenuphar)
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clavicola:
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.
Boot Theory, Richard Siken
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“Impatiently I waited for evening, when I might summon you to my presence. An...”
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via pearleyes)
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“Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for....”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via sleepingtigers)
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pearleyes:
“Your eyes, they are like bullets”
“Bullets?”
“Yes.”
“And what exactly do these bullets shoot?”
My lips, my fingers, my lungs, my ribs, my hair, my eyes. Me. My soul. My heart.
“Nothing important.”
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“Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you,...”
– Great Expectations, Charles Dickens (via forbiddenalleys, fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via lovelybluepony) 