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“ I’m aware of my tongue … It’s an awful feeling! Every now and then I become aware that I have a tongue inside my mouth, and then it starts to feel lumped up … I can’t help it … I can’t put it out of my mind. … I keep thinking about where my tongue would be if I weren’t thinking about it, and then I can feel it sort of pressing against my teeth …
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Linus, Peanuts.
Schulz succinctly describes the horror of discovering one’s own existence in the world.
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Blank pages; white walls.
I should have never told you that I love(d) you.
I wonder what the day sounds like…
What does it do to people, and to a society, to suddenly become revolutionary?
Oh SIGH
I apologize for my absence. Not that many of you really read my stuff anyway. My life has become incredibly hectic, now that I have 2 1/2 jobs and 16 credit hours of college, so I don’t really have time for silly things like liking and reblogging and following people and talking, and hanging out, and making friends.
Still, I really love this place, so I think I may post my thoughts here every once in a while.
So long as they make one person think, they will have done their job.
“When in doubt, fap it out.”
There are two types of artistic appreciation: the pretentious type, and the genuine type. The latter is more prevalent in most people, the former most prevalent in many artists themselves, as well as les riches. Just a thought.
You’d better run faster than my bullet.
from the series aerials, claire johnson
“let’s watch this city burn”
