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Hitler, A Boy, Opens His Mouth And Time Comes Out
Keeping Still - Margaret Gibson
this is only legible if you’re on my tumblr, not your dashboard
n. the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.
(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows)
la gaudière
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Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.
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I got sort of (really) distracted while washing my hair and started imagining my life as Ramona Flowers and what would happen if my seven evil exes formed a League. Except not all of them were full relationships, I didn’t have a lesbian phase, not all of them are evil, and I wasn’t the one doing all the dumping. Also I would much rather be Scott than Ramona. But regardless…
Also, it is worth noting that three different guys have taken me on a date to the Natural History Museum, and Isaac is the only one who let me skip the spider exhibit.
