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Love lost belivers

I wanted to change the description but I couldn't think of anything to write. I'm too lazy to think more. Goodbye.

Nothing gold can stay.


(Joined 25 - 9 - 2013)

troyesivan:

its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes

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Title: Twelve Feet Deep
Artist: The Front Bottoms
Played: 628 times

flankstaek:

This feels way too relevant.


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ciggers:

i don’t understand how people get so attractive like wtf take a break it’s annoying 

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“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.” — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via hellanne)

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