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*slams reblog*
Klezmer dolphins.
I don’t know that I’ve reblogged anything faster in my entire tumblr life.
To live and to exist are two incompatible things. To exist is simply to survive, but to live is when adrenaline pumps through your veins and your voice only echoes of excitement.
candlelitwords (via wnq-writers)
i find it really weird how we can talk to ourselves in our head like how does that even work
I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.
Richard Bach (via quotemadness)
bf: babe come over
me: i can’t, i’m having an existential crisis
bf: my parents aren’t home
me: are any of us really, truly….home?
what, with all due respect, the absolute fuck
Untitled by Andrew T Kearns
- Nature blog ^^
Hands are weird because one of them can do absolutely everything without a problem and the other one can’t even hold a spoon
I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
Angelita Lim (via persecution)
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Bonjour, nous sommes Katarina et Violeta. Nous adorons la mode.
“Forgive Me My Salt,” Brenna Twohy.
[Image description: A photo of an opened paperback book against a reddish wood background. The poem on the page facing the camera reads,
“When I Say I Forgive You, Know This I did not bury the hatchet. I have the hatchet in my hands. I am building myself a new house.”]
Boris TCHOUBANOFF