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pretty boy ///// shitty boy.EMERSON RUS: ❝& yet i adore him. i think he’s quite crazy, & with no place or occupation in life, & far from happy, & philosophically irresponsible – & there is absolutely nobody like him.❞ — vladimir nabokov. ( var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5372396"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); )

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He looks like anybody you see on the street. But when he grins, birds fall dead off telephone lines. When he looks at you a certain way, your prostate goes bad and your urine burns. The grass yellows up and dies where he spits. He’s always outside. He came out of time. He doesn’t know himself.

Stephen King, The Stand (via bloodcidr)

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and all the people say “you can’t wake up, this is not a dream you’re part of a machine, you are not a human being with your face all made up, living on a screen low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline”

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I have the acrid taste of rebellion on my lips.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1, 1931-1934 (via luthienne)