VULPES-VULPES
19 yr. old female from Texas.
I'm not here to impress you with tags of my face, reblogged pictures of pretty things, or to say funny shit. I don't know what kind of girl I am, so I'm trying to figure it out.
I'm not here to impress you with tags of my face, reblogged pictures of pretty things, or to say funny shit. I don't know what kind of girl I am, so I'm trying to figure it out.
Story of an Artist:
Listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old. Some would try for fame and glory, others aren't so bold.
Everyone, and friends and family. Saying, "Hey! Get a job! Why do you only do that only? Why are you so odd? We don't really like what you do. We don't think anyone ever will. It's a problem that you have, and this problem's made you ill."
The artist walks alone, someone says behind his back, "He's got his gall to call himself that! He doesn't even know where he's at!" The artist walks among the flowers, appreciating the sun. He does this all his waking hours but is it really so wrong?
They sit in front of their TV, saying, "Hey! This is fun!" And they laugh at the artist, saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun." The best things in life are truly free. Singing birds and laughing bees. "You've got me wrong", says he. "The sun don't shine in your TV."
Listen up and I'll tell a story about an artist growing old. Some would try for fame and glory, others just want to watch the world...
-Daniel Johnston
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“Until the night, when it got way too serious. And you showed me your damaged wrists, and you broke down, and we embraced, and nothing at that time meant more to me. And if I had only known that it would be the last time, we’d be on that level with one another. I would have never let you go. “
An Ode to the Nite Ratz Club | The Hotel Year
Everyone should see the world through my eyes. Like really, really.
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Well,you’re walking me home. I guess, you’re sort of attracted to me and you’ll want to come upstairs for coffee. And then we’ll probably have a drink and talk and get comfortable with each other. And we’ll…then you’ll sleep over. And then in the morning…you’ll be distant. And you won’t be able to stay for breakfast… you’ll just have some coffee, maybe. And then we’ll exchange phone numbers. And you’ll leave and never call. And I’ll go to work and feel great for the first hour, and then slowly turn into a piece of dirt by lunch.
Why am I putting myself through this?
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Why am I putting myself through this?
— Lydia (The Fisher King)
Fuck Marilyn Monroe and every dumbass who aspires to be her…
FUCK. THAT. NOISE.
Vic cut his hair and that makes me sad.
I give up on males..
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Picture Perfect | Man Overboard
He said, “I miss you so much”
She said, “I miss you too. We were so stupid for being apart, what the fuck did we do?”
