October 2011
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Gwendolyn Brooks, "a song in the front yard" →
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now And maybe down the alley, To where the charity children play. I want a good time today. They do some wonderful things. They have some wonderful fun. My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine How they don’t have...
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new york city is forever kitty
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“Now that’s he gone from the face of the earth, and whether he was guilty or not,...”
– from The Death of Troy Davis, The Atlantic (via disorganization)
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“Our creative director is having a midlife crisis. He has taken to wearing white...”
– Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
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“I usually find someone that I’m relating to, mentally, physically or...”
– Note to self - if you’re going to see Gang Gang Dance, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THE FRONT ROW. (via pseudoprofoundelectronicartists)
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