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September 19, 2014 at 10:41pm
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#wineriot #apirateslifeforme (at 69th Regiment Armory)

#wineriot #apirateslifeforme (at 69th Regiment Armory)

September 15, 2014 at 10:48pm
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Did you play sports when you were a kid? Remember ‘walk it off?’ No matter what happened, right? Your eyeball could be like, hanging out of its socket, coach would run over, scoop you up, ‘Hey, you’re alright kid, just walk it off!’ And I’m sure a few of those times I was legitimately hurt. But, just having this concept, ‘walk it off,’ as a way to, I don’t know, heal myself, it worked. I just walked that shit off. I’ve been feeling lately I’m maybe more resilient than I had thought. But who knows? Maybe I’ll feel differently in five years

— Charlie, Happythankyoumoreplease

September 8, 2014 at 11:58pm
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Reblogged from postreblogger

(Source: postreblogger, via doctor-whos-on-first)

September 4, 2014 at 6:20pm
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Reblogged from andenyi
andenyi:

Books on books on books

Ah, my favorite bookstore! 

andenyi:

Books on books on books

Ah, my favorite bookstore! 

(via themastermarauder)

September 1, 2014 at 9:54pm
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You can’t win. There is no win. There is only survival, and sometimes that seems impossible.

Be respectable, be polite. Dress right, don’t take pictures of yourself, check your drink with your chemical-detecting nail polish. Then everything will be OK. Right?

Honestly? I don’t know that everything will ever be OK. And I hate it.

— Courtney Enlow, Pajiba 

August 31, 2014 at 9:20am
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Singing my dad the song of his people

Singing my dad the song of his people

August 17, 2014 at 8:04pm
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The basement 🎲🏆

The basement 🎲🏆

August 1, 2014 at 9:58am
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Reblogged from beckittns

July 28, 2014 at 10:54pm
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II
Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
“Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands”;
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
“You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
‘Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.’

— T.S Eliot, Portrait of a Lady

July 27, 2014 at 1:22am
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Fandoms colliding ⚾️ #nerdhq (at Petco Park)

Fandoms colliding ⚾️ #nerdhq (at Petco Park)

July 25, 2014 at 3:10pm
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at Comic Con San Diego

at Comic Con San Diego

1:43am
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Reblogged from bob-bobblog

bob-bobblog:

Final days in San Francisco

Visits to the Conservatory, Rose Garden and Point Reyes. The drab Victorian, a block from our apartment, is the former abode of those horrible harmonizers, The Grateful Dead

Reblogging this even though I’m *terrified* of bees because it’s that beautiful. 

July 22, 2014 at 10:25pm
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July 8, 2014 at 11:01pm
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Reblogged from rabbitinthemoon

You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.

— Clive Barker (The Damnation Game)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via nathaliina-deactivated20140923)

July 7, 2014 at 1:26pm
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Reblogged from humansofnewyork
humansofnewyork:

"I’m always sad.""Are there certain thoughts associated with the sadness?""No, the sadness is under the thoughts. It’s like when you’re on a camping trip, and it’s really cold, and you put on extra socks, and an extra sweater, but you still can’t get warm, because the coldness is in your bones.""Do you hope to get away from it?""Not anymore. I just hope to come to peace with it."

humansofnewyork:

"I’m always sad."
"Are there certain thoughts associated with the sadness?"
"No, the sadness is under the thoughts. It’s like when you’re on a camping trip, and it’s really cold, and you put on extra socks, and an extra sweater, but you still can’t get warm, because the coldness is in your bones."
"Do you hope to get away from it?"
"Not anymore. I just hope to come to peace with it."