Eric Bouvet, The Fall of the Berlin Wall, 1989
garabating:

Katsushika Hokusai Electronic Circuit Board
korvjl:


/ august 2014 /

ayeiminlesbianswithyou:

I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat 

And he is screaming and crying for help 

And maybe halfway through it has more to do with me killing him 

Then it ever did protecting myself 

And I believe that yeah, dad, maybe no one is perfect 

But I believe that you are pushing your luck 

It just sucks it played out like this 

A terrible movie and you can tell none of the actors even give a fuck 

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We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance. Marcel Proust (via devilduck)

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nocialise:

The Atlantic Road
pulsatory:

took this at school yesterday morning. I had to take a picture.

zodiacbaby:

*talking to myself as I wobble up the stairs* , you are sober and in control of the situation

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1 week ago // 90,609 notes

gr0sse:

KIDS REACT TO existentialism and the inevitability of death

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malformalady:

Growing cress in an old keyboard
Photo credit: Dirk Gently
I like thought which preserves a whiff of flesh and blood, and I prefer a thousand times an idea rising from sexual tension or nervous depression to an empty abstraction. E. M. Cioran - On the Heights of Despair (via sisyphean-revolt)

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