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Yes hi hello my name is Taylor and these are some things I find interesting.
May 17
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Why? have smitten me. Alopecia was in my sister’s car on the way back from the airport. I heard one of their tracks (A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under) a few months ago, but they blow me away today. For some reason they remind me of William Shatner (think Rocket Man) with G. Love inspiried hip-hop beats.

“Even though I haven’t seen you in years, yours is a funeral I’d fly to from anywhere.” (These Few Presidents by Why?)

May 16
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markn:  Im in ur noosepaper steelin’ yore adspace   What? This is from August? I don’t care. It’s hilarious. Who pays for this?

markn:

Im in ur noosepaper
steelin’ yore adspace

 What? This is from August? I don’t care. It’s hilarious. Who pays for this?

May 15
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Like me. Every time I walk outside.
Every. Time. 

Like me. Every time I walk outside.

Every. Time. 

May 13
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Anything worth doing is worth doing well.
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I was browsing through Pixdaus’ most popular pictures, and amidst all the generic landscapes and funny internet pictures, I found this. Something about it speaks to me, powerfully. I love the trees, the birds, the sky and the simplicity.
I was browsing through Pixdaus’ most popular pictures, and amidst all the generic landscapes and funny internet pictures, I found this. Something about it speaks to me, powerfully. I love the trees, the birds, the sky and the simplicity.
May 11
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Maybe I should be in Studio Art? It’s more interesting to me that there’s nothing in between 0% and 20%.
Maybe I should be in Studio Art? It’s more interesting to me that there’s nothing in between 0% and 20%.
May 10
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To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket—safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
— C.S. Lewis
May 09
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If you are ten years out of high school and you say, “Damn, those were the best years of my life,” I don’t want anything to do with you. You scare me.
— Stephen King
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