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Since March 19th 2013


dying. this is too beautiful.
We'll probably be out of oxygen within 800 million years, so get up and enjoy your life.

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The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us — there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries. Carl Sagan (via inthenoosphere)

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Since March 16th 2013

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.
Sari For My Skirt: The Unfinished Suicides of My High School Sweetheart


For Jake

We were platonic high school sweethearts that fucked in the front seat
without touching and with our eyes open the whole time.
Our questions locked at the genitals like children to bicycles.
Our distant tongues sparked like forks dreaming of sockets.
We were virgin high school…

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Since August 16th 2012


Vivien Leigh portrait by John Rawlings, 1937

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Since August 16th 2012

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Since August 16th 2012

I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. Carl Sagan (via thuwizuhd)

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