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@drink-rainwater
Reading is just staring at a dead piece of wood for hours and hallucinating
please delete this
Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.
Richard Siken, The Worm King’s Lullaby (via gabriellesevilla)
I can’t stop drinking the coffee. If I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing and the walking, and the words putting into sentence doing.
Lorelai Gilmore (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
People who use the word “literally“ for something that can’t be literal is the reason I want man kind to be extinct.
nothings real dude not even grammer we made it up man go outside
ig @kassiecookie
one of the best days
@drink-rainwater
Sleepy baby in the backseat
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Stop thinking about everything so much, you’re breaking your own heart.
Book covers of Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.
We become what we think about.
Earl Nightingale (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
daTwinny
To write often means remembering what never existed. So how can I know what has never existed? Like this: as if I were remembering. By an effort of memory, as if I had never been born. I was never born. I have never lived. But I remember, and remembering is like an open wound.
Clarice Lispector, from Selected Crônicas: Essays, trans. Giovanni Pontiero (New Directions, 1996)
Vincent Van Gogh, Roses