When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
temporarily untitled.
i’ve found that it’s possible
to think of everything and
nothing
all at once.
it’s exhausting and
refreshing-
the only reason i can
bear to be
alone.
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