XVIII. Sleepy. Here. Sunday morning kind of person. Always listening.

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“It’s such a liability to love another person.”

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via cavum)

(Source: larmoyante, via cavum)

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“Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.”

Haruki Murakami1Q84 (via cavum)

(Source: psych-facts, via cavum)

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“Now the sun was slanting in at one side, so that the shadows were where they ought to be. Again he fell into that strange mood of speculation that was so foreign to him. If faces were different when lit from above or below—what was a face? What was anything?”

— William Golding, Lord of the Flies (via likeafieldmouse)

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Every Other Freckle - Alt-J

Let me be the wallpaper
that papers up your room
I want to be every button you press
and all mouths that surround you

(via rushofnostalgia)

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offerings in india

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Emma Watson represents the UN, in her role as UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, in Uruguay where she was campaigning for a higher representation of women in politics.

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the concept of writing as anything other than pure survival to me is completely bizarre

(via commovente)

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“california is full of it: gold. the rush
we get from its luster. it drove men
in droves here. the burning sun
cools itself by dipping into the blue,
that’s golden, too.
the bridge i see on runs and walks.
your hair, your hair, your hair.
the wicked witch knew its power—i sleep
in the gold of california. the seeds
still stuck in my teeth. a trace
of opiates in the blood. the drive
to dover beach, beyond the exit
for the landfill, the hills beside the freeway
swayed—no—quivered spotty orange.
freckled terracettes. hiking the beach
later that day, i saw more. your face
against the green. your face against
the blue. the currency of home
in a face, yours. the transaction
of memory is an image for its forgotten
name. give me that flower on fire.
give me the word for unbearable sun.”

"Poppies. Poppies.„” Robert Andrew Perez  (via commovente)

(via commovente)

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The New World Shopping Mall has been abandoned since 1999. It shut its doors after being condemned by local regulators. A few years later a massive fire destroyed the structure’s roof. Not long after that monsoon rains flooded the lower floors.
As a way to combat the spread of mosquitoes and other insects breeding in the stagnant water, locals introduced koi and catfish to the former mall. Not only did the fish take care of the pest problem, they’ve thrived. It is now one of the world’s largest urban ponds.

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