June 2011
OBERSTING with joy i cANT breathe
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fuckyeahexistentialism:
“In cosmic terms, we are subatomic particles in a grain of sand on an infinite beach.”
-Bill Watterson
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“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did...”
– Jodi Picoult (via -26mints)
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“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the...”
– Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (via vendemiaire)
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When you were awake, stretched out in your bed in the dark, shutters drawn, your thoughts would flow freely. They would grow obscure when you got up and opened the curtains. The violence of daylight would efface the nocturnal clarity. In the daytime, people were barriers, dividing you up, preventing you from hearing what you listened to at night: the voice of your brain.
Edouard Levé, Suicide.
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borninthevalley:
Hospital Flowers // Owl City
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I can take care of you if you want
“For you, I’ll write a symphony of breathing,
so, the whole world will always be...”
hot damn phoenix is beautiful
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“A smoke seemed to be going up from my nerves like the smoke from the grills and...”
– The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (via sweet-peaa) 