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Amber. 25. There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone

[thenerdsaurus]

Favorite Dragon Ball episode. 

[emkaymlp]

[medusagirlfriend-blog]

it’s literally good for the soul to write shitty poetry and never show it to anyone

[criwes]

[delta-breezes]

Michelle Catherine | @crazycatladyldn

[divineofficial]

[asoftwrongness]

[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

ANTIGONE: In the fields, everything was wet, and waiting. Everything was waiting. My footsteps were so loud in the silence, walking all alone along the road, and I was so sad because I knew that everything was waiting, but not for me.

Antigone, Jean Anouilh (via salemwitchtrials)

[coolthingsguyslike]

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[bassiter]

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Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.

[vampireapologist-archive-deacti]

This is just literally what it’s like to sit on my porch

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”  ― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays “Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” — Simone Weil, from an April 13, 1942 letter to poet Joë Bousquet

[theglasschild]

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”

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

[dostevsky]

“We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.”

— Louise Glück, from “Nostos” in Meadowlands

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Things, Lisel Mueller

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[delta-breezes]

Johannes Hulsch| @bokehm0n

[themurdererthelover]

me when i'm driving and i pass a car: jesus fucking christ finALLY the speed limit on this road is forty-goddamn-five wake the fuck up and drive you are a hazard why hasn't your license revoked i s2g

me when i'm driving and a car passes me: whoa there friend we are all merely travelers on the road of life plz take a deep breath it's not a race and you're not on fire it does not matter how slow you go as long as you do not stop