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readmore-worryless:

"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".

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sniffing:

do u ever accidentally slam the door on your parents after an argument and then have to sit there praying to god to help u through the ensuing shit storm that you know is about to go down

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Mercury, Venus, and Saturn align with the Pyramids of Giza for the first time in 2,737 years on December 3, 2012





























Coincidence? I think not.

Mercury, Venus, and Saturn align with the Pyramids of Giza for the first time in 2,737 years on December 3, 2012

Coincidence? I think not.

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cablestotheace:

Pierre Louÿs. Les Chansons de Bilitis. 12 pochoir plates by A. E. Marty. Paris-Éditions de Cluny, (1937)

cablestotheace:

Pierre Louÿs. Les Chansons de Bilitis. 12 pochoir plates by A. E. Marty. Paris-Éditions de Cluny, (1937)

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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare
Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

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The minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips
Raymond Chandler, The Lady in the Lake (via mudwerks)

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saisonciel:

Photo by William Mortensen, 1921

saisonciel:

Photo by William Mortensen, 1921

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Blood Diamonds Phone Sex (Feat. Grimes)
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soooo uuhhhhh.. ya im bianca. sort of a blank page, no? write what you like,erase what you dont. form me to become the story you desire for the next chapter in your life. and once youve adjusted me, and are no longer enchanted with the words on my page..abdndon me. after all, im only a blank page right? there will always be the next anonymous author to create and remove pieces to my new story