February 2010
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A poem pertaining to you.
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Keep triangles in geometry class,
Keep your personal photography off my dash,
Don’t want to see your hash,
Everything must belong somewhere…
So, stop the Glee posts,
Conan no longer hosts,
Taking pictures of your toast,
Don’t want to see another meme post,
Conor Oberst does coke,
Twiggy ain’t that pretty,
Your whole friggin’ Tumblr is kitties,
Your Formspring replies aren’t...
January 2010
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i'd like bleach drops in my eyes
The only thing I hate more than a shitload of softcore on my Tumblr is knowing that I’ve seen it all elsewhere before. Makes me sad in the highly uncomfortable sense of the term.
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Goodbye innocence, it was sweet knowing you.
There’s more dick than plaid on my dashboard. This is not normal. I demand a refund.
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“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you...”
– Holden Caufield (Catcher in the Rye) (via tillthemusicends)
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Get a Life, Holden Caulfield
[…]
“The Catcher in the Rye,” published in 1951, is still a staple of the high school curriculum, beloved by many teachers who read and reread it in their own youth. The trouble is today’s teenagers. Teachers say young readers just don’t like Holden as much as they used to. What once seemed like courageous truth-telling now strikes many of them as “weird,” “whiny” and “immature.”
The...
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