The universe is shaped exactly like the earth If you go in a straight line you end up exactly where you were. And that's how the world began. And that's how the world will end. --modest mouse

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The universe is shaped exactly like the earth If you go in a straight line you end up exactly where you were. And that's how the world began. And that's how the world will end. --modest mouse
You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.
i read this 12 times (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
When you are trying to impress a girl by playing mid.
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The Wisconsin Humane Society is really good at naming kittens. [via]
australian adverts are slowly becoming my favourite
omg
This rivalry’s heating up.
Zach // Paige Denim
by Davy Kesey
Icefields Parkway, Alberta, Canada
I’ll never get over how great this joke is.
Anonymously tell me a problem you have with me.
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I hate everything
Bruise
.
I awoke this morning to find a large bruise
on my left arm, but unable to explain how
it got there I dismissed it as one of those
things, and didn’t think about it again—
until just now, when I noticed it in the mirror.
The shape of a hand has become clearly
defined, and the way in which the black
and purple fingers wrap around my arm
it’s as though someone tried to shake me
awake in the night—but, there is no one
else here. And, after laying my hand on
the bruise, it is clear the bruise is not
self-inflicted as it is an imprint made by
a left hand. Now, in a religious sense
I am not someone who believes in angels
and demons; and, as much as I like the
idea of vampires and werewolves, I don’t
think I was visited by one last night.
However, it does appear that while I slept
someone inside me tried to get out.