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Name:
kate.
Birthdate:
6 July 1989
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External Services:
  • katherinebrothers@gmail.com
  • anarchitect@livejournal.com
  • lovely euphemism AIM status
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J.D. Salinger; The Catcher in the Rye

Boy, it began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carousel, so they wouldn't get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck around on the bench for quite a while. I got pretty soaking wet, especially my neck and my pants. My hunting hat really gave me quite a lot of protection, in a way, but I got soaked anyway. I didn't care, though. I felt so damn happy all of a sudden, the way old Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawling, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don't know why. It was just that she looked so damn nice, the way she kept going around and around, in her blue coat and all. God, I wish you could've been there.


Bret Easton Ellis; Less Than Zero

Disappear Here.
The syringe fills with blood.
You're a beautiful boy, and that's all that matters.
Wonder if he's for sale.
People are afraid to merge. To merge.

...

On Beverly Glen, I'm behind a red Jaguar that has a license plate that reads DECLINE and I have to pull over.
"What's wrong, Clay?" Trey asks, this edge in his voice.
"Nothing," I manage to say.
"What in the fuck is wrong with you?"


William Faulkner; The Sound and the Fury

Did you love them Caddy did you love them
When they touched me I died

...


Non fui. Sum. Fui. Non sum.



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