October 2011
“You look a hundred percent better when I can’t see you.”
– Lolita, 1997   (via methdaddy)
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lucidness: Nighttime—a symphony of sounds. It’s... →
lucidness: Nighttime—a symphony of sounds. It’s strange how the dry brushing of skin of skin, a sandpaper rhythm, can so clearly paint the picture of your sleeping form: the fluttering eyelids of dreaming, the pale movement of breathing, illuminated by the elixir of night. If I lived entirely by sound, the…
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WatchWatch
liamausten: FULL TRAILER FOR THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE 2: FULL SEQUENCE
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there comes a time when your mind is still,
ang0: where everything that you’ve ever been through, everything that has hurt you, that has pleased you, every thought, emotion, regret in your past and in your present catches up to you.  and you realize how old you are, how young you are not.  nostalgic sentiments eat you up and spit you out with no mercy. 
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Gonna be riding fat on my loaded fattail soon
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lucidness: Nothing sings louder than the last word... →
lucidness: Nothing sings louder than the last word of a book, nothing buries itself deeper in our bones than the curves and slants of its letters. The silence that follows it is perhaps the most difficult to endure — the familiar feeling of endings, announcing its arrival like a shadow. That ringing of dying…
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