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December 03 2014

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Wanderers - a short film by Erik Wernquist
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November 29 2014

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November 21 2014

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Plus it's epic. I love studying to Skyrim's soundtrack
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November 20 2014

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November 16 2014

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November 15 2014

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Banks - Beggin for Thread

So I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don't got a filter
But I'm so tired of eating
All of my misspoken words
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
Why?

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew

I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
I'm no good at aiming
But I can aim it at you
I know my actions, they may get confusing
But my unstable ways is my solution
To even space
That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew
(Secretly I think you knew)

Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
Hold it out, whoa
Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew
(Secretly I think you knew)
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November 05 2014

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Doc Brown - My Proper Tea
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November 01 2014

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October 31 2014

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October 29 2014

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bonvivantx:

“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Stephen Hawking 

Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

October 24 2014

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by DALeast, Lodz
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October 23 2014

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A soft woman
is simply a wolf
caught in meditation.
— Pavana
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October 17 2014

magic-in-every-book:

ananasbooks:

Birthday idea: ask everybody to give you their favourite book with a dedication and an explanation, why they love it. Your friends will be happy sharing a part of themselves and you will get not only the most sincere recommendations, but maybe a key to understand your friends better. And even if you read it before you could do it again and try to see it through the giver’s eyes. You might see it completely differently.

THIS IS SO CUTE.

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Up and Out by Jeremy Kaye

October 12 2014

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I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
— Anna Peters

October 03 2014

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