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When reading, we don’t fall in love with the characters’ appearance. we fall in love with their words, their thoughts, and their hearts. we fall in love with their souls.

(via fearwakes)

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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with he darkness of other people.

Carl Jung (via psych-facts)

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[hirxeth]

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.”

Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[radolescence]

Will never not look at him as dr wilson tbh

[maxeth]

Visit Original Link

Jokes on you.

Daft Duck exists.

[greedling-deactivated20230218]

HOl Y FUCKig n sshIT I CCANT BELEIVE

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[ballion]

“Girl at Rolling Stones concert” is probably one of the most iconic images from the late sixties, but we never really had a name. Until now. I was researching something Marianne Faithfull related when I came across an article about the Stones’ free concert in Hyde Park, London in 1969. It has a shot of this girl and the caption reads: “Hats off to teenage fashion … as displayed by the eye-catching sequins worn by Pamela Donaldson (…)”. Unfortunately I could not find any information about Pam beyond the aforementioned article. 

Photo by Ian Harris, 1969.

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[leviathan-supersystem]

stripped to the bone in a matter of seconds

[biohazardbutterfly]

I want to live like this forever

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[cathykeng]

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

Franz Kafka, from Letters To Felice  (via dieworten)

[standards123]

me: it’s ok I’m not mad me 5 mins later: actually? You can go to hell

[johndoe000]

*it starts raining*

me: yes

*lighting appears*

me: yES

*thunders explode*

me: YES

*raining intensifies*

me: YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS

[larmoyante]

Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.

Fred Rogers (via larmoyante)

[tai-korczak]

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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