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noahjashinski: “You’re in California, Doing the work of lesser men. But what of our daughter? What of the love that we once we shared? It’s living inside us Battered but not beyond repair."
noahjashinski: “But who needs love when there’s Law And Order? And who needs love when there’s Southern Comfort? And who needs love at all?" Me!
noahjashinski: “The next morning comes to me in flashes as the light flooded through the sliding doors. I can see the sea of freckles and bite marks painted all over the top of your shoulders. I remember the two birth marks on your lower back and
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noahjashinski: “Making feet for children’s shoes…”
noahjashinski: Hope your week is full of love…
noahjashinski: “I walk your streets, reminded of wax baggies and their comical stamps, fucking Jacqueline there, and Kate there, and Meghan there, and Anne there, and having my heart broken there, and throwing up there, and getting high there,
noahjashinski: “I’m the one for you Cause I know all the dirty things you like to do, I’m the fear in your eyes, I’m the fire in your flies…"
noahjashinski: “You can live to be a hundred if you give up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred.”
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noahjashinski: “Sing me to sleep And then leave me alone. Don’t try to wake me in the morning ‘Cause I will be gone. Don’t feel bad for me; I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go."
noahjashinski: “I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.”
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noahjashinski: “And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It’s good for you.”
noahjashinski: “I’m like a broken record, I’ve got a needle scratching me. It injects the poison of alcohol I.V. I don’t blame you for walking away, I’d do the same if I saw me. I swear it’s not contagious…I swear to God it’s not
noahjashinski: “New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and
noahjashinski: “Sometimes at night I dream of the most terrible things. I take a hammer and I creep out of bed And I raise it high and I smash your head; Fibular and tubular and ribs and cages, too. In fact, while I’m here, I’ll smash the whole
noahjashinski: “I’m selling my time to the man who sells style; that time should be mine to waste on you…”
noahjashinski: “There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature."
noahjashinski: “You want to shop and talk and fuck and date and dine and dream like a woman, but you love like a Child.“
noahjashinski: “I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
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nymphoninjas: noahjashinski:“I don’t really care to stay…but I made so many promises to love, I can’t stop now, I can’t stop. Who gives hope to the hope Defenders?” Help replace stolen camera gearNoah on tumblr on Insta
noahjashinski:“And yet another moral occurs to me now: Make love when you can. It’s good for you.”
m-as-tu-vu: noahjashinski: “Say something perfect, something I can steal. Say, look at me Baby - we’ll be fine. All we’ve gotta do is be brave and be kind.” © Noah Jashinski
noahjashinski: “Everything seemed a little easier When we weren’t one hundred miles apart. The person across from me Sitting in her train seat Reminded me of you. And I looked out past her cheeks, Through the glass-light conduit.”
noahjashinski: “Diamonds Are Whatever” - by Remy Holwick
