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someday, baby, you know you gotta die.
About Me
- zoe noelle smith
i'm a quiet girl who wanes with the moon.
patti smith, anaïs nin, joanna newsom & maya deren are my ladies, cohen my man, the avant-garde my obsession, and the blues my soul.
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- third time in my life that i've experienced astral...
- i don't know what it is precisely, but when the ev...
- screaming into pillows. stop copying me. stop stea...
- “i was always exhausted by my dreams, not because ...
- “o i have been dilatory and dumbi should have made...
- i almost sent it. was so close. but the petals plu...
- listless and conflicted.
- laissez ma tête, mon petite fantôme.
- i've got so much work to finish, but my mind is ho...
- diamond in the rough.
- can't stop constructing constellations through tra...
- mamihlapinatapai (noun): a look shared by two peop...
- was thinking about her. was thinking about her aga...
- things i did today that are out of my character:1....
- all i want is a cigarette--and i don't even smoke.
- doomed. photography is killing me, the lack of con...
- i'm a wreck. everything for block must be complete...
- things i keep by my bed:
- lovers enter the bedroom, lovers enter the bedroom...
- realized it's just the phase of the moon.
- sometimes, i swear i can feel you.
- disintegrate, darlin. disappear, disappear.
- one dose of tangibility to break the spell.
- the sirens are begining to hum, and i am lured. ta...
- there is a decaying in my chest--rotting with litt...
- stuck in my head. stuck in my head. in my head stu...
- you're writhing in my marrow.
- hush little baby don't you cry, gazing to the cosm...
- i've been having the most peculiar dreams.
- this post is for my own recollection. for future r...
- whatever will be, will be.
- i am weary. i'm weary about many things. like if i...
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9 comments:
ne vous inquiétez pas, ma cherie petite. je suis fini en poursuivant des fantômes. ils ont quitté ma creux d'âme. mon français est pauvre. je suis désolé.
I love how people use translators to get to you. Self-expression taken to extremes. Anyways, I am not jealous. I'm just saying. Maybe I'm a little jealous, but I think my point is valid just the same.
I would have preferred you remained anonymous; I am a bit guilt-ridden as it stands. Though, I still resent your efforts into attempting to flatter Zoë.
For the sake of us both, I hope your mindset shifts into a state of optimism and confidence. Ha.
hey, now..everyone relax, s'il vous plaît.
Nobody is fucking with you; your egocentric, self-pitying psyche is simply tricking you into believing it. Additionally - if you look back and read your response, "let it be noted" that mistaking yours for the former comment was an understandable error. And I fail to comprehend the reason for your insincere apology. You can excuse yourself from making habit of the fucking sweet talk too. Pardon my french.
please don't do this on my blog. it's unnecessary and childish. let it go, xo.
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