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accidentally logged into this account. (typed in the wrong email.) hello.
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the fish went bad
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Zero Den The gang and their friend Emil
Source: Flickr / zeroden
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If you walk into a room and notice what is missing from it, it’s still there, isn’t it?
Caitlyn Siehl, “A Letter to Love” (via thewrittenart)
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Amanda Palmer - Trout Heart Replica
“Killing things is not so hard, it’s hurting that’s the hardest part.”
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The lighting at my parents house is 👌✨
Anonymous asked:
What are your personal views on the recreation of drugs and alcohol?
"personal views as opposedto what--? my impersonal views?exactly how well acquainted do youpresume i am with, uh, self-medication?"
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"Because you’re the reason. Swear it."
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I forgive you, Will. Will you forgive me?
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There is nothing interesting about the sea. The water is flat, flat and calm, it seems a sheet of glass.
You look at it, the more you look at it the more you feel like you are looking into your own head,
which is a stranger’s head, empty. We listen to the sound with our equipment. I have learned to
understand this sound. When you look there is nothing, with the equipment there is sound. We sit in
rows and listen down the tunnels for the song. The song has red words in it. We write them down on
sheets of paper and pass them along. Sometimes there is noise and sometimes song and often there is
silence, the long tunnel, the sea like glass…
You are a translator, says the fisherman’s son.
Yes, says the sailor.
And the sound is the voice of the enemy.
Yes, yes it is.
"War of the Foxes" by Richard Siken
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(I only miss 92% of the shots I don’t take. No big deal.)