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I’ll just swim until I can’t
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theendoftheworldislikethis)

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Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.
by Chuck Klosterman (via m-uir)

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There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms.
by Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via creatingaquietmind)

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hailants:

sextingbarack:

I don’t care what anyone says, this was the best moment on TV ever.

this is the greatest thing i’ve ever seen

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helmutnewtonphoto:

1975 16th Arrondissement, Paris.
airspaniel:

drunkwario:

Anon hate from the late 1800’s.

What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.

purplespacecats:

Why do adults think “So what’s your major? Oh, and what are you going to do with that?” is acceptable small talk

What am I going to do with my degree? Hang it on the wall and cry, probably

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