baselthierry

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And who set that system up?

AND WHO SET THAT SYSTEM UP.

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go take all of your clothes from here all over the same boat

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never give a white boy a camcorder please

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Watch as these involuntarily celibate insufferable Michiganders try not to get lost in California wilderness…what losers!

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The insufferables go outside!

Went on a walk w my birthmother #wearenotdating

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i might be insane but i love getting new hoodies from depop because it smells like someone else’s detergent and it brings me a certain kind of relaxation nothing else does

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man i did not think i’d be spending this valentines single

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i woke up at three. annoyed by this, i squeezed my headphones into my ears with my sapped fingers, and pressed play. i woke again at half past five, though it didn’t feel like i was ever asleep. i could recall every song i listened to during my monentary slumber. now, i feel restless but satisfied, thankful for the musicians who came to this earth with the sole intention to save peoples lives.

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Wow these songs are so evil in the most beautiful way when someone really super duper fucks you over irl..shoutout basel for pmo to kicker, to here knows when, 10:37 & disappear

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almost as pretty as they are

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i find it so bizzare

everyone i know hides it

pretends like it never happened

pretends like everything we ever knew didn’t just disappear

just over the canyons ridge

utter devastation, flat mesas

nothing of what was once something

something big and so full of love

something that will never be the same

lies my heart

the places i’ve spent hours, years

places i thought i’d bring my kids to

now it’s “daddy’s school burnt down”

i fucking miss the palisades

fire does not mourn,

does not look back on what it has taken

it consumes, and it will again

its been a month baby

i think of you every day, pacific palisades

i grieve you like a death

i hope to see you alive again

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fruit of labour

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i’m an nyu film school graduate, SUCKA

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You tossed a blanket from the bed,

You lay upon your back, and waited;

You dozed, and watched the night revealing

The thousand sordid images

Of which your soul was constituted;

They flickered against the ceiling.

And when all the world came back

And the light crept up between the shutters

And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,

You had such a vision of the street

As the street hardly understands;

Sitting along the bed’s edge, where

You curled the papers from your hair,

Or clasped the yellow soles of feet

In the palms of both soiled hands.

His soul stretched tight across the skies

That fade behind a city block,

Or trampled by insistent feet

At four and five and six o’clock;

And short square fingers stuffing pipes,

And evening newspapers, and eyes

Assured of certain certainties,

The conscience of a blackened street

Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled

Around these images, and cling:

The notion of some infinitely gentle

Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;

The worlds revolve like ancient women

Gathering fuel in vacant lots.