decay of the self centered.

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thoughts;

with nowhere to go.

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you could love me forever babe.

idont wanna stop just because
people walkin by are watchin us
idont give a damn what they think
iwant you now
idont wanna stop just because
you feel so good inside of my love
im not gonna stop no no no
iwant you
all iwanna say is
any time
&& any place

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your poetry is lonely;

&& yet you write to feel less alone.

iwrotethisforyou.

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neck of the woods.

I love the light. I love the feeling in the air that I sometimes catch of old Hollywood. And I love the feeling in the air of L.A., of we can do anything. It’s a creative feeling in L.A. It’s not stifling to me, and it’s not oppressive. It’s a feeling of freedom. And maybe it comes from the light. I don’t know; it’s something in the air.

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i wanted the whole world or nothing.

charles bukowski.

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love jones.

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she alone spoke the truth; to her alone could he speak it. that was the source of her everlasting attraction for him, perhaps; she was a person to whom one could say what came into one’s head.

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You might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physically or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.

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bitch leave me, ima take everything from her.

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