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plasmatics-life: The sunrise ~ By Alex

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:59:21 +0800

plasmatics-life:

The sunrise ~ By Alex

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Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:58:04 +0800

“we are all dying of loneliness”

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 16:57:26 +0800

“we are all dying of loneliness”

"There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming,..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 01:58:14 +0800

“There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.”

- Unknown (via hellanne)

I Hate Love

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 16:53:00 +0800

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bzzrk: #iosart #artistsoninstagram #mobileart #iphoneography...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 13:54:32 +0800

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nevver: Calvin and Hobbes

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 13:54:22 +0800

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

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Sat, 16 Mar 2013 10:59:09 +0800

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Fri, 08 Mar 2013 03:21:06 +0800

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Tue, 05 Mar 2013 01:09:00 +0800

whitepaperquotes: Jorge Luis Borges submited by arbolae

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:22:11 +0800

whitepaperquotes:

Jorge Luis Borges

submited by arbolae

sosuperawesome: Daniel Grzeszkiewicz Shop

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:20:51 +0800

sosuperawesome:

Daniel Grzeszkiewicz

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Sat, 23 Feb 2013 01:14:13 +0800

that time of the night when i let myself come undone. just for a while.

Sun, 10 Feb 2013 03:15:47 +0800

that time of the night when i let myself come undone. just for a while.

notimeforcameras: Derp

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 15:52:48 +0800

notimeforcameras:

Derp

"That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings,..."

Thu, 24 Jan 2013 22:59:25 +0800

“That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald (via andrugynous)

veronox: chairmodepewdie: themeeg: tin-pan-ali: taking-the-ta...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:34:43 +0800

veronox:

chairmodepewdie:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you.

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW I’M EMOTIONAL

WHAT THE HELL. STOP I’M GONNA CRY. I AM.

so-ironic: Im not crying theres just Tim Drake in my eye

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:31:21 +0800

so-ironic:

Im not crying theres just Tim Drake in my eye

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Mon, 14 Jan 2013 00:25:07 +0800

"There are twenty four ribs that supposedly protect your heart from damage, but I swear you know..."

Fri, 11 Jan 2013 21:05:32 +0800

“There are twenty four ribs
that supposedly protect
your heart from damage,
but I swear you know
the precise location of
each 4 cm gap, know
how to nick the arteries
and slip into my circulation,
virtually undetected until
the x-rays show you
lighting up my body
like a christmas tree.”

- implexa, “Infection” (via ambling)