Queen of the Eyesores

i'm Deedee and i'm not special or fancy or anything so don't get your hopes up.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Jack Kerouac (via listentothestories)

tell me about your first kiss (by kapnorahs)

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Rocky Votolato - White Daisy Passing


Rocky Votolato - White Daisy Passing - Makers

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you are picking apart your hands with your fingers and

the end of your nose would be black with soot were there soot to blacken it. 

stop picking yourself apart and start ripping. i want to see some scar tissue. i want to see how many souls we’ve swallowed. how many people have you been today, i have been… i have been… six. 

and now i am none of them. and we are underground in the large intestine of a library. and my chin is on my knee, my tea has almost disappeared into the sorry reservoir of my insides. what am i worth, am i worth less than yesterday, worthless, unworthy? 

my eyes are moths and i stare at the sun and me and my moths, we go blind, and we know we are home. 


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"Good Morning"
“How was your day?”
“Be careful”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“Sweet dreams”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Good night”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“You’re beautiful”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”

You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.


Philadelphia, PA || March 2014

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Regina Spektor - Us


us // regina spektor

we’re living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
we’re living in a den of thieves
and it’s contagious

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"So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms, where they went to be alone for all time and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together"

The Virgin Suicides (1999)
Sofia Coppola

crying is so cathartic

don’t ever tell me crying doesn’t solve anything because it makes me feel better, more human or something.

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my grandma’s house is so nice

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newspaper blackout

is cat modeling a thing



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