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Your hand is in mine, as long as you leave it there.
Franz Kafka (via theglasschild)
How big is your car form?
My... car?
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Dance of Light
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Source: lifeisthefight
Anonymous asked:
What do you make of Laura's Twitter? With all the symbols/glitches/ nonsensical phrases?
I only wish I knew. There has to be a pattern. We just haven’t found it yet. We have to keep trying.
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The Voynich Manuscript
This incredibly cryptic piece was discovered by an antique bookdealer in 1912 and has been a mystery since. Written in code and containing intricate illustrations on a range of topics, no one has yet to be able to work just what it’s all about. Even top cryptographers in WW2 couldn’t crack it, leading to it being one of the greatest mysteries of the field. Carbon dating has placed the manuscript originating from the 15th century, most probably in Italy.
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Anonymous asked:
Laura would have found you by now, just saying. Actually she's probably already found the way back but needs you two idiots to actually do something, guess she'll be waiting for a long time
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Anonymous asked:
Has the library tried to help to find Laura?
I’m not so sure this bundle of very flammable books wasn’t somehow involved in her disappearance.
Anonymous asked:
so not only did you refuse to say anything when she said I love you but you haven't done anything to find her, I mean it was obvious before how useless you are but your level of malice towards the girl who loves you is impressive
Clearly, you understand nothing.
Anonymous asked:
Have you noticed that Laura's last post said "temple of 1000 doors overwhelmed"?
No, I haven’t noticed communication from the girl who is missing because I’m too busy doing everything in my power to find her.
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There is no country for those who despair. But I know that the sea comes before and after me, and I hold my madness ready. Those who love and are separated can live in grief. This is not despair; they know that love exists. This is why I suffer, dry-eyed and exiled.
Albert Camus (via sisyphean-revolt)