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Looper. Source Code. Twelve Monkeys. Minority Report.

[allthingseurope]

Kylemore Gothic Church, Ireland (by Cristina Vettorello)

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Emma Watson Natalie Portman Blake lively Jessica pare

[fashioonmakeup]

♡ http://fashioonmakeup.blogspot.com ♡

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because no one sees me to tell me to stop

[unculturedmag]

I was like: ‘Fuck, I could die. We could all die, at any time. Why the hell am I wasting my time? I’m just going to do what I want to do for the rest of my life. I don’t need money.

Grimes (via unculturedmag)

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Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via quotes-shape-us)

And what about things left undone? The risk of never experiencing all that which may come about by acting at the most pressing and frightening moment. A tatoo of Dostoyevsky will symbolize the orthogonal angle at which the two planes of perspective upon the third dimension of life come to an ironic problem, that their answer is locked by the

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PÆAN

SEÅSØNS ØF PÆAN. SUMMERS ØF FUN.

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Tattoo

Image: fierce wolf head with a severed human arm with the hand clutching a large diamond, or a brick of gold, or a human heart, or a key.

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Wooton Otis Montgomery

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Ant Hill

Out of an ant mound they filed somber as ants too it would seem to them, a normal evacuation into the street watching the fire station team

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Steep Slope Sleep

I’ve tried really hard to let go and forget – just like I tried quitting the cigarette

but I keep watching TV and this sickness makes me think, that drinking and smoking will help me sleep and calm down

when tomorrow impossibly stands a test with shadows of equations scribbled on the page that make no more sense than which way I should run with my freedom as a man

in the end I continue – the most addicting devastation of all, down the labyrinth of remembrance to the most beautiful night of my life held by the grips of a dream where I was the king!

through a mighty planet in heaven I walked up a castle of shimmering stone that supposedly took one-hundred years to climb but for me passed in a blink of an eye only while asleep might I again come across castles made of countless conscious dreams overlooking silvery oceans

all this after accidentally sleeping alongside Miss Molly

and eerily did she look like that girl I saw sketched in an age old book in a room tiny teeny in Doheny, her neck stretched a few feet too long

this was the evil queen! who I met blabbering incoherent

Heemeenie, heeminie, heeminie

holding out a scroll of pale parchment with upon it that tobacco tree in eden plus an enormous pair of lips protruding from its trunk, lips like those that covered her entire hey-arnold shaped head

Heemeenie, heeminie, heeminie

this was the evil queen! who held prisoner the three little pink elephants as bright as those laughing flowers that slid down with me, down the petals of heavenly glory

how I should begin my poem, recounting that blazingly orange below my feet raging into the infinite, I know not, for a mind today is imprisoned and cannot even fathom how a child in joyland feels

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Movie following the mind of a student in college, who doesn’t know what he wants to do in life or study in college. The entire sound track of the movie is a single song by Tangerine Dream called Phaedra. Variations of scenes of a boys face during variating times of the day compose the visual track along with 6 stop-motion hand illustrated films (which are either that moments daydreams or remembrances of a past dream). A calendar that revolves around your actual birthday

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A long time ago I had a dream that I could not have thought up while awake. Truth is, my sleeping, dreaming mind could not have even dreamt it under normal circumstances. I had fallen asleep after believing the pill of ecstasy I consumed was a dud. It was not. I have told and retold that fantastic dream to friends. It made them awe in wonder, laugh at its nonsense, and trip over the ridiculous fantasy. Instead of recount the dream here as a story, I have chosen to compose a ridiculous poem in attempt to portray what my perceptions felt like during the dream. Many words I have made up that represent real words but sound different. I have also written in this way after being inspired by the music of the bands called Trust and Grimes, whose vocals are unintelligible but sound good. I listen to it and it evokes emotions in me. My hope is that my poem here evokes specific visions and emotions similarly in every reader without my directly saying it.

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Savior of the Olyphaunts

Blackness! ‘round abob gargoyled

opening eyes, opening mind,

acorsel ahead laid orange abed

never hath light been quite this aligned!

  “Darn the time, but your Doloresness,

after one-hundred years – the long awaited door!

morgone mind you, behind which nay have we been,

along we will follow, but we can offer no more.”

  Among that spiracle of light, he gave in reply

no words, but herously a turn of the knob,

in stepped the feet of four – but add to that ten,

a room 

[translucentmind]

Science Fiction Illustration // Dan Adkins

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At the window a supremely quiet child sat, Ahead to his left approached rows of mushroom-shaped trees, short and stout, they must be tobacco trees he thought, The car slowed when they were very close, he needed out, Instinctively it seemed the child up and floated out, Through the sunroof and above the car he drifted at will, toward these tobacco trees, with one just below now he plopped right on down,