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You can’t go on like you’re going to start really living one day, like all this is some preamble to some great life that’s going to magically appear. I’m a firm believer that you have to create your own miracles. Don’t hold out that there’s something better waiting on the other side. It doesn’t work that way.
Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.
(Source: simply-quotes)
Last night I dreamed of a small lamb. I don’t know how it came to be in my possession, but there it was sitting in my lap bleating pitifully.
I looked closer and I saw that the poor thing was absolutely covered in fleas. I began to pick them off, one by one, and proceeded to drop them on the floor. Which was kind of dumb. They began to wriggle and blister and grow in size, until they were as large as leeches. At that point I took my lamb and ran.
We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.
This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)
But this explains the 90s kids
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Happy birthday, Morrissey.
jesus christ
(Source: vegan-hippie)
Christian Schloe - Portrait of a Heart (2013)
Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer
Read “Disarm: Transforming Guns into Art, from Mexico to the U.S.” by Artist Pedro Reyes on Creative Time Reports.
(Source: rollthedrumss)
