Jun. 16, 2013 at 12:33am with 1,234 notes
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“Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.”— Audrey Niffenegger
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Jun. 14, 2013 at 5:20pm with 1,654 notes
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Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.
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Sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too empty and sometimes people have nothing to say because they’re too full.
Tristan und Isolde, Prelude| Wagner
Jun. 13, 2013 at 11:00pm with 28 notes
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2046, Wong Kar Wai
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2046, Wong Kar Wai
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The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.
