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MARCH 30 YEAR OF 2012 SPRING BREAK BEGINS SKIP SECTION A IF SOB STORY IS LESS THAN DESIRED There are two kinds of bad days. The first is just inevitably terrible, like when a relative dies or you get in a car crash. The second kind is what today was: a long, drawn out string of fairly bad or just unpleasant things all piled on top of each other in a clustercuss of all things lacking in...
oh, that fantastic Youth Lagoon. →
Off their album Year of Hibernation.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?...– Lewis Carroll (via earthwards)
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.– Vincent Van Gogh (via chambraytop)
we are most alive in dreams: Spring: Atrophy →
wearemostaliveindreams: A mass grave opens and we throw in our hearts: One by one. One after another they stopped beating, late in the night like clockwork. We stopped breathing all of a sudden. The lungs shrink and shrivel. Bodies just quit. Tick tock. Vessels we abused with pain, with pain but not in vain, at… Beautiful.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives...– George R.R. Martin (via chambraytop)
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