May 2012
May 30th
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“Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your...”
– Oscar Wilde (via cantburnout)
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Anonymous asked: Really? Giger? The guy needs to be institutionalized. Look at his art, he's clearly fucked up and sadistic. That shit's gross.
May 25th
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“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the...”
– Hans Christian Andersen 
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May 23rd
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“The writing we love most, we love because it loved us first.”
– Joseph Riippi 
May 23rd
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That moment when you hear the facebook chat sound...
What am I, twelve? 
May 23rd
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Kind of hating the time difference right now.
I just wanna talk to people and get my skype on, ya know? 
May 23rd
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May 22nd
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sonder
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in...
May 22nd
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Anonymous asked: I think about you when I masturbate...
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“It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”
– Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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