September 2011
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“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via moldavia)
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Revelation one
ilustwanderlust:
We’re all little dots, and all it is, we throw our lines out to other dots and that’s all that connects us really and sometimes they get tangled with the lines of someone else or you know they could break, too, but that doooeeesn’t even matter because you can just throw out a new line.
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I wanna get stuff pierced and dyed and tatted. But I’m too rational to do stuff like that on a whim. Hmm maybe I shouldn’t be so rational
“The first symptom of frigidity in men is what I call the “recessive...”
– Excerpt from E.B. White’s Frigidity in Men
bye bye tumby, time to focus
