here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten

Swimming in troubled waters with the modern world's rage, but with the frail poetry of another era.

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wednesdaydreams:

At every step, every gust of wind, I’d like to be able to say ‘Now..’, no longer ‘forever’ and ‘for eternity’. To take the empty seat at a card game and be greeted by others, even if just with a nod. It would be nice to come home after a long day and feed the cat like Philip Marlowe, or to have a fever, or get your fingers black by the newspaper. To be excited not just by the mind, but by a meal, the curve of a neck. To lie! Through one’s teeth! To feel your bones as you walk along. For once just to guess instead of always knowing…

Wings of Desire (1987), Wim Winders

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I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via seabois)

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neatvibes:

most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later

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tsunderage:

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anyone who doesn’t reblog this is a filthy liar

I try to see if I can use the force on a regular basis.

part of the reason i studied so hard was so i could move shit with my mind like matilda

I have tried to use my Matilda powers pretty much daily for the past 15 years.

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snowdor:

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commander-butts:

I’m gonna start watching Game of Thrones LET’S FUCKIN DO THIS

ISN’T THAT BLONDE CHICK HIS SI STER? ?

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Midnight in Paris (2011)

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wikatiepedia:

david-tennants-little-fangirl:

I shall reblog this every Saturday. Every.

i`m scheduling this for a tuesday

wikatiepedia:

david-tennants-little-fangirl:

I shall reblog this every Saturday. Every.

i`m scheduling this for a tuesday

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Trying to stay awake in a boring class

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To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world.
Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children (via lifeinpoetry)