it's only madness that makes us what we are

Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain from you your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you, and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

― Bukowski (via nah-lala-da)

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hummelberry:

hummelberry:

i wonder why triangle shaped sandwiches taste better than square ones?

google is telling me square one’s are ‘too overwhelming’ for some people

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Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.

― William Arthur Ward (via misiuq)

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Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak. And the weirwood…a thousand human years are a moment to a weirwood, and through such gates you and I may gaze into the past.

― The Three Eyed Crow (via agabeofthrones)

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raiseyoulikeaphoenix:

if u date someone who is sad and expect them to instantly be happy cause u date them and get frustrated by how “boring” they are for always being unhappy then you need to take a trip down fuck off lane

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artforadults:

Peter Lloyd

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mako:

you could hit me with a car and i’d still say sorry

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