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Opening the door, Misfits playing on the stereo
I'm finally home
A tattoo doll awaiting my call
12 needle injection,
Stroked on skin with affection
The buzz of her diced tattoo machine
Makes me wanna cry for more
In for another kick, my skin gets its fix
My body takes a new form, I'm getting reborn
Yeah, I need my ink injection
Baby lou tattoo!
Full thrust on the machine, pins on to my skin
I'm getting my soul reapplied
While my skin is getting dyed
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And i, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, i felt a pure part of the abyss.
i wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind..
~Pablo Neruda
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they had merely passed through fragments of a dream floating through the air...
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She sips her coffee, sets it down, stretches her arms. This is one of the most singular experiences, waking on what feels like a good day, preparing to work but not yet actually embarked. At this moment there are infinite possibilities, whole hours ahead.
Michael Cunningham, The Hours (via bluemoonsandjunes)
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A relationship with no gender roles, we both hustle, we both cook, we both clean, we both pay and we both spoil each other xxx
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