THE CAKE IS A LIE

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November 2011

Oct 31, 201125 notes
#hipster williamsburg

October 2011

“He had a lot on his plate these days.
Self-medication, mostly.”
—Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
Oct 28, 2011370 notes
#alcoholism
Oct 28, 201123 notes
#alcoholism
“

there are
all kinds
of
crazies

some more
talented
in their
ways

than the
overnumerous

duly
dully
sane.

”
—Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
Oct 27, 2011259 notes
#bukowski
Oct 27, 2011138 notes
#colorado boulder
i wish i was the moon neko case

sexmusic:

i wish i was the moon // neko case

download: amazon mp3 | itunes

Oct 26, 2011294 notes
#neko case #music #female musicians
“I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
—

Sylvia Plath (via talkativolive)

one of my favorite poems by Ms. Plath

Oct 26, 2011299 notes
#poetry #plath

“First, it gets better. Then, it gets hard. Then, it gets different. Then, it gets real. “

Right now, I am in the hard phase. 

Homeless in Boulder? Stay tuned.

At least I am single again…

Oct 26, 20116 notes
#sobriety #addiction
Listen

dnnyca:

Arcade Fire - Rebellion

Wake up.

Oct 26, 2011169 notes
#arcade fire #indie rock
Oct 26, 20112,472 notes
#occupy
“The world kept moving on, I alone, was at a stand still.” —Haruki Murakami  (via funeral)
Oct 26, 20116,487 notes
Oct 26, 20111,076 notes
Red Light by Gabriel Gadfly → gabrielgadfly.com

You said you wanted
me to come over,
and even though it
was nearly midnight,
I agreed.

I hit every red light
between here and
your house: start
stop wait and wait
and wait and start
just to stop and wait
again, stuck listening to
weight-loss infomercials,
right-wing talk radio,
that god-awful jingle
for the lawyer that
tries to sound like
a wild-west cowboy.

Idling under these red
cyclops eyes, I wanted
to tell you that this had
to stop, that I was going
home, that I’d see you
tomorrow, maybe,
but I finished the drive
and remembered why:
the red scent of your hair;
your lips against my neck,
saying,
“I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.”

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Oct 22, 2011
Oct 26, 20111 note
Oct 25, 2011
#nude #photography #black and white
Listen

dnnyca:

The Strokes - Someday

In many ways, they’ll miss the good ole days. Sometimes, sometimes.

Oct 25, 2011478 notes
#the strokes #indie rock #music
IM me on Yahoo Msngr it's important. my username is bettysheenaa121293

you got it, baby

Oct 25, 2011
Oct 23, 201159 notes
#sobriety
Oct 23, 20111,312 notes
#nostalgia
Oct 23, 201134 notes
#alcoholism
Curse of the recovering alcoholic #20

Starting to like AA.

And looking forward to meetings.

Oct 23, 201113 notes
#alcoholism #sobriety #aa
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