February 2012
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Anonymous asked: *sgih* unrequited love
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We knowers are unknown to ourselves, and for a good reason: how can we ever hope...
– Friedrich Nietzsche, The Genealogy of Morals (via alanarene)
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The best things in life make you sweaty.
– Edgar Allan Poe
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disgustinghuman:
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why god
oiseaujaune:
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mycroftismight:
This is a thing I saw when I was walking the path to the River of Souls (that’s a literal translation of the name, dramatic right) in Pirenópolis (the city/village I was staying in).
It just looks like it came directly from a Miyazaki movie.
whoa I
don’t know what this is
it...
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OH MY STARS, JEAN DUJARDIN AND MICHEL HAZANAVICIUS...
And Uggie wore a bowtie and had his own seat! ^.^ So much cuteness!!!
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Every time someone new starts following me...
I feel all of this pressure to be awesome and pray to Barney Stinson for guidance.
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flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
i lit a fire to watch the smoke as it curled in upon itself and diffused through the air like hands, desperately yearning for the diamonds lodged in the sky above them. i lit a fire to know that mine weren’t the only desires left unfulfilled.
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In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the...
– Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion (via amor-omnibus)
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Just keeping promises to myself...
I spend entire days lost in my own thoughts sometimes, barely capable of wrapping my head around any of them. Cluttered and unsettled, like the stuff that lies at the bottom of a river, always being swept one way or another by the current, so my thoughts drift, emotions no better. What’s mad is that I’ve written novels in my head while sitting on the bus or ordering coffee, but once...
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thedustdancestoo:
don’t hide
behind the ghosts
that rise
from tea cups,
or the dreams you drink
and forget.
the moon is awake
and you,
you’re alive
and beautiful.
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An open heart.: A Note From My Past →
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
i killed myself last night. the part of me that wasn’t good. it was attached to the rest of me. to remove it, i had to remove myself. it was painful and i suffered; but, i won’t suffer anymore. i won’t hurt anymore. by the time you read this, the person who wrote this will be gone. i’ll be…
We all have flaws and people who love them, just as much as our...
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what if every time you yawn a ghost takes... →
ROFTL
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