Donna Tartt, The Secret History
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What The Water Gave Me - Florence + The Machine
Lay me down
Let the only sound
Be the overflow
Pockets full of stones
2 months ago on March 21, 2012 at 07:40am
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Title: To Build A Home
Artist: The Cinematic Orchestra
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The Cinematic Orchestra | To Build A Home
4 months ago on January 26, 2012 at 05:23pm
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Title: White Winter Hymnal
Artist: Fleet Foxes
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Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal
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Title: C'était Salement Romantique
Artist: Coeur de Pirate
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C’était Salement Romantique - Coeur de Pirate
4 months ago on January 24, 2012 at 05:08pm
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Title: Look at the Sky/Last Life in the Universe
Artist: Ulrich Schnauss
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Look at the Sky/Last Life in the Universe - Ulrich Schnauss
4 months ago on January 16, 2012 at 04:15pm
How to be Alone
A video by film maker Andrea Dorfman and poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis.
4 months ago on January 11, 2012 at 10:04pm
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
Chuck Palahniuk
4 months ago on January 11, 2012 at 05:06pm
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Title: Bleed Like Me
Artist: Garbage
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Garbage - Bleed Like Me
Bleu Noir
Eighteen years old and a work in progress.
I am a passionate reader and a lover of all things creative in nature. I like French history, faux leather journals and dust-covered tomes, red lipstick, scotch on the rocks, comfortable silences and dusk near the foreshore.
Personal posts; la Musique
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I am a passionate reader and a lover of all things creative in nature. I like French history, faux leather journals and dust-covered tomes, red lipstick, scotch on the rocks, comfortable silences and dusk near the foreshore.
Personal posts; la Musique
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
