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320         larmoyante
We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows—a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone’s imagination.
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via larmoyante)
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191         sonottrue
sonottrue:

Peacock by Colognid on Flickr.

sonottrue:

Peacock by Colognid on Flickr.

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I realized that I don’t really have any friends. At least ones I am really close to. I don’t have a best friend that I can go crying to. I don’t have someone who will threaten someone for hurting me. I don’t have a person that I can really laugh with. I don’t have any friends that will just sit there and listen to my problems. Because in reality. 

I

am

alone. 

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2380         thislatebloomer

YOUR PERFECTION HURTS  
Andrew Garfield

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