Upon the Strand;

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keep-calm-and-drag-0n:

So, I figured, I should watermark this before anyone else does, considering the notes. 

keep-calm-and-drag-0n:

So, I figured, I should watermark this before anyone else does, considering the notes. 

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We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers. Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via slekes)

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blacksheepboy-:

Capilano Suspension Bridge (by michellerlee)

blacksheepboy-:

Capilano Suspension Bridge (by michellerlee)

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I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young. Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via juneandafter)

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catsthattalk:

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I told you these cats would talk.

catsthattalk:

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I told you these cats would talk.

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imanel:

Modas del email…

imanel:

Modas del email…

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I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’ Kurt Vonnegut (via thisismyhappyface)

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fabula:


favorite snacks of the great writers.

fabula:

favorite snacks of the great writers.

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nervoustruth:

christhecreep:

HAHA

i NEED TO DO THIS TO SOMEONES PHONE…

nervoustruth:

christhecreep:

HAHA

i NEED TO DO THIS TO SOMEONES PHONE…

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