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I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.



April 20th
3:29 pm

"Dirty Fingernails" by Modest Mouse

April 20th
3:28 pm

euo:

“Initiative comes to thems that wait.”
A Clockwork Orange (1971) dir. Stanley Kubrick

April 20th
3:22 pm

Filed as: amazing  

April 20th
3:22 pm

ancientpeoples:

The Chertsey Shield
c.400-250 BC
Iron Age Britain
(Source: The British Museum)

Filed as: this is a vagina   that is all  

April 20th
3:21 pm

crownless:

coke

April 20th
3:20 pm

ensalada-de-lengua-de-pajaritos:

Eraserhead ad nauseam

April 20th
3:19 pm

it took me years to condition myself to thinking i could not to be this easily fettered, but years are ultimately so, so short.

and i think it dawned on me yesterday night that  a lifetime might not even enough to unlearn what i know, to re-do my habits. and that’s a hard pill to fuckin swallow, but a very, very real one that you can feel sliding down your throat and dropping into the pit of small, tired being. and you then you know, and you understand. 

April 20th
3:13 pm

April 20th
3:12 pm

April 20th
3:12 pm

fuckyeahexistentialism:

"On the shelves were the books bound in a cardboard-like material, pale, like tanned human skin, and the manuscripts were intact. In spite of the room’s having been shut up for many years, the air seemed fresher than in the rest of the house. Everything was so recent that several weeks later, when Úrsula went into the room with a pail of water and a brush to wash the floor, there was nothing for her to do. Aureliano Segundo was deep in the reading of a book. Although it had no cover and the title did not appear anywhere, the boy enjoyed the story of a woman who sat at a table and ate nothing but kernels of rice, which she picked up with a pin, and the story of the fisherman who borrowed a weight for his net from a neighbor and when he gave him a fish in payment later it had a diamond in its stomach, and the one about the lamp that fulfilled wishes and about flying carpets. Surprised, he asked Úrsula if all that was true and she answered him that it was, that many years ago the gypsies had brought magic lamps and flying mats to Macondo.
“What’s happening,” she sighed, “is that the world is slowly coming to an end and those things don’t come here any more.””
Gabriel García Márquez

Filed as: descansa en paz gabo