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I forgot tumblr existed #longhairdontfuckincare
I'm bored and my finger hurts. It's hard to play wonderwall covers all night when you're short a finger 🤕
I haven't posted a picture of myself in like a year. #longhairnocare #fuckahaircut
20 years ago today one of the most talented guitar players to ever live died. This picture is from when they played in front of the pyramids of Giza, in Egypt, in 1978. rip jerry Garcia #gratefuldead #jerryskids #ripjerrygarcia
Posted. ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽 #lakelife #muchchill #chinchillin #vvchill
tai-korczak:
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.
RĂĽckkehrunruhe: 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.
Sunsets over the res #sometimesmassiskindapretty
I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via wordsnquotes)
I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
It was exciting to see her grow and both of us grow and change together. But that’s also the hard part: growing without growing apart or changing without it scaring the other person. I still find myself having conversations with her in my mind. Her (2013) written & directed by Spike Jonze
I’ve sat and read this over and over and realized just how true this actually is. Jesus Christ.
I’ve mastered the art of pretending to be tired instead of admitting I’m sad
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
Carson Mccullers (via psych-facts)