thoughts maked up

and then, after everything, there was beauty again.
~ Tuesday, May 15 ~
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“You kill death every day that you live. And I do my best to murder hate whenever I have the chance to love.”
— I Wrote This For You: The Violent Peace (via emotional-algebra)

You kill death every day that you live.
And I do my best to murder hate whenever I have the chance to love.

— I Wrote This For You: The Violent Peace (via emotional-algebra)

(Source: hanxiaotian)


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~ Monday, May 14 ~
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man oh man you’re my best friend, i scream it to the nothingness, there aint nothing that i need.

man oh man you’re my best friend, i scream it to the nothingness, there aint nothing that i need.


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these are some of my friends. haluvthem :)


~ Wednesday, May 9 ~
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“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.” –Ernest Hemingway

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~ Monday, May 7 ~
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“Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.”
 
— Hunter S. Thompson  (via thatkindofwoman)

Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death.
 
— Hunter S. Thompson  (via thatkindofwoman)


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~ Saturday, May 5 ~
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“The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.”    —  Jack Kerouac- On the Road (via thatkindofwomansylvie-vartan

The only people that interest me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like roman candles across the night.” — Jack Kerouac- On the Road (via thatkindofwomansylvie-vartan


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~ Friday, May 4 ~
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Dinner for Two screendance, in collaboration with Emily Nine

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

Margaret Atwood (via emotional-algebra


~ Thursday, May 3 ~
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“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.” -C.S. Lewis”
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Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”
-C.S. Lewis

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