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The Sundance Kid: Don't cut unless I say cut
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Monday, March 17, 2014. Don't cut unless I say cut. Keep the camera rolling. Nate would you get a wide angle shot from the balcony on the other side of the road? No, on second thought come closer lets do a close up, actually, just do what ever you want just keep me off center. Let's give it to them straight this time. March 21, 2014 at 5:23 PM. This was a great read. April 27, 2014 at 6:13 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome, My Friends.
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The Sundance Kid: For Penelope
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Sunday, December 22, 2013. Susan never fell in love with me;. She fell in love with the way I write about you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Summer by Gene Wilder on Grooveshark. The Lonesome Crowded West. Welcome, My Friends. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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The Sundance Kid
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Thursday, March 20, 2014. There are so many things I want to say, so many things I should have said, so many things I never want you to hear. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Summer by Gene Wilder on Grooveshark. The Lonesome Crowded West. Welcome, My Friends. One Last Thing, Before I Go. There are so many things I want to say, so many th. Dont cut unless I say cut. We like, ya know, almost dated right? Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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The Sundance Kid: Calm the fuck down, everything will be okay.
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Sunday, September 29, 2013. Calm the fuck down, everything will be okay. He didn't say that. He didn't say any of it. But, i did. He didn't stick around, but i did. He wasn't there for You, but i was,. He said He'd kill himself if He couldn't be with You; i said i'd live for you, because that's what You asked me to do. I'll be here, waiting. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Summer by Gene Wilder on Grooveshark. The Lonesome Crowded West.
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Charles Darnell: let's be childish
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. We make out at his place on the weekend but you'll never see us holding hands in the street on a tuesday. we're in love with the way each other looks and the way we make each other laugh and the way that we kiss and we're in love with our little coffee dates and car rides but we're not in love. Darling, let's be childish. February 25, 2015 at 10:23 PM.
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Charles Darnell: 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, January 23, 2015. 🚬🔪💀follow for more soft grunge💀🔪🚬. She stood like a ghost against the blacklight of 3am. Blood dripping from her mouth and nose. Wearing shoes too big and too high to walk in. And she was trying too damn hard. She was trying too damn hard. The aesthetic she was aiming for was too dirty. And the blood was fake and everyone knew it. Tacked to a tree.
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Charles Darnell: 4/25/15 - 5/17/15
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8220;He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights. Friday, May 22, 2015. I saw that new picture. The one where you had your arms around her. Your head in her shoulder. You only ever held me like that in the dark. With the door locked. In the middle of the night. But there you are. Out in public in the light of day. And you love her. You said you loved me. Not three weeks before they took this photo. Was i not enough?
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The Sundance Kid: Driving.
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Sunday, September 29, 2013. But, I seem to have forgotten one thing: I never told you how I felt. So, you lied (fuck you for lying). You never felt the same way about me, you never loved me, you never thought you loved me, you never kept your pulse for me. But, you liked. Me, in a junior high sort of way. I was a substitute, a temp. You kept my pulse, You and nothing else. But I would never stoop so low as he did, I would never threaten you with that.
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The Sundance Kid: My Lovely Friend
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Soon we will all be dust, and poorly lit photography. Sunday, December 8, 2013. I'm happy for you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Summer by Gene Wilder on Grooveshark. The Lonesome Crowded West. Welcome, My Friends. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
