November 2010
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October 2010
5 posts
Baby if we met each other under a different sky
Maybe then things would be much...
– One Last (via rlynn)
She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘Why?’, and she said, ‘because I’m so...
– The Kite Runner (via jacvanek)
September 2010
2 posts
The mind's in paralysis. It needs a muse. This...
August 2010
21 posts
Strawberries. Awesome. →
augustus.
there’s this overwhelming sense of xenophobia.
why are you here again?
what happened to the other old souls that used to linger around?
past, present, future. they don’t make sense anymore.
i need an epidural for the mind.
i still see your eyes piercing my life.
i’ve lost. lost you, lost my mind to a certain memory.
lost my image of another future. you’re...
I was looking for my spectacles. And after looking for a while, I realised I was wearing it. I need a life through a pair of clear glasses, not la vie en rose.
Perspective
(via cosmic-motion; pharomone)
A certain form of melancholy I suppose
I felt something die. But I wasn’t quite sure what did.
The melody suited that exact moment flawlessly. It was Hans Zimmer’s “Time”.
Time was dying.
Our Time.
July 2010
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Epitaph. →
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majority of the kids on tumblr reads the shit about love and they often reblog because they think they can relate to it. i don’t quite get it. this is real life. and we’re the ‘aam junta’, the mango people; the ordinary people. and we don’t die of broken hearts. we go with the flow and move on. but it’s these hope that brings about expectations. it will kill you...
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Journeys, one thing about them is, that while you’re in the damned car. Your mind wanders. The bass vibrates the air to an almost captivating intensity. But not quite my cup of tea. I brought my fingers down to the phone. I wanted to tell you. But I just, couldn’t.
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From the Manual of the Warrior of Light
… has memories, but he learns to separate the useful from the unnecessary; he disposes of his emotional rubbish.
“There is such a thing as emotional rubbish; it is produced in the factories of the mind. It consists of pain that has long since passed and is no longer useful. It consists of precautions that were important in the past, but serve no purpose in the present.”
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The Fisherman & the Fish. →
Sometimes you have to give up on people. Everyone...
bollyqueens: (via ofdaisies)
My love, leave yourself behind
Beat inside me, leave you blind
My love, look...
– My Love: Sia
The best stories, aren't those out of the...