Bottle up and explode *

I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.

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Permalink newspaperblackout: “Just a dreamer,” a blackout by theƒundamentals
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Permalink aseaofquotes: Charles de Lint, Memory and Dream
Permalink theshipthatflew: confusionis:“March 1955, Columbia recording studio, NY — Brilliant young Canadian pianist Glenn Gould listening intensely while a section of his performance of Bach’s Goldberg Variations is played back as the sound engineer (R) follows the score. — Photograph by Gordon Parks for LIFE”
Permalink newspaperblackout: A blackout from blackoutpoetryhollow: I dream of words spoken into infinite space glittering on with heavy beauty, and shadow, and no shame It’s so strange and kind of wonderful to see all of these blackout poetry Tumblrs popping up with no reference whatsoever to this site. I’m not even sure that most people know that Newspaper Blackout was the first of its kind. Crazy how the form has taken on a life of its own — there’s a small army of blackout poets out there! Onwards! —AK
Permalink scottlava: “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
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You were born with wings.

Permalink dear-photograph: Dear Photograph,████ don’t want to ██ be all █████ alone in ████████ the dark ████ ████. Losing sight █████ of my freedom of ████ ████ expression.Love, Me. More info on SOPA here:  http://vimeo.com/31100268