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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Three Goblin Art
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Kaledo Art
Not today Justin

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Jules of Nature
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Stranger Things
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@verdebaleno
We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!
Professor Perlman’s last speech to Elio, Call me by your name (2017)
Love Poem by Banksy
What is dyslexia?
It's Not Meant To Be
I wanted her, I wanted her But she doesn't like the life that I lead She doesn't like the life that I lead Doesn't like sand stuck on her feet Or sitting around smoking weed I must seem more like a friend in need
And I boast that it is meant to be But in all honesty I don't have a hope in hell I'm happy just to watch her move And in all honesty I don't have a hope in hell I'm happy just to watch her move
And she doesn't like the friends that I make Doesn't make friends for friendship's sake She just gets bored sitting by the lake Her soul won't surface and her heart won't ache
And I boast that it is meant to be But in all honesty I don't have a hope in hell I'm happy just to watch her move
And I thought they could cure his disease But in all honesty he didn't have a hope in hell Now we'll never see him move
WAND - Reaper Invert
“COURTESY TIP OFF TO MY BROS AND SISSES: find some good speakers or headphones in the next few hours!”
Nothing is beginning
Edges falling off of themselves
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
"505" by Arctic Monkeys
Neil Hilborn - "OCD" (Rustbelt 2013)
È nelle anomalie che è custodito il senso dell'intero sistema
Constance Petersen: I think the greatest harm done the human race has been done by the poets
Anthony Edwardes: Oh, poets are dull boys, most of them, but not especially fiendish.
Constance Petersen: They keep filling people's heads with delusions about love... writing about it as if it were a symphony orchestra or a flight of angels.
Anthony Edwardes: Which is isn't, eh?
Constance Petersen: Of course not. People fall in love, as they put it, because they respond to a certain hair coloring or vocal tones or mannerisms that remind them of their parents.
Anthony Edwardes: Or... or... sometimes for no reason at all.
Constance Petersen: That's not the point. The point is that people read about love as one thing and experience it as another. Well, they expect kisses to be like lyrical poems and embraces to be like Shakespearean dramas.
Anthony Edwardes: And when they find out differently, then they get sick and have to be analyzed, eh?