December 2011
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Sometimes I think to myself, that there is nothing else I want to do except to gripe and whine and mope and seethe and all other auto-negating functions; as if for the first time all this shit has truly bubbled over — then I get a mild sciatica for internalizing all this unutterable grief which makes me sit down, briefly getting over everything and contemplate, over a cigarette, on investing...
“It’s been a long time since I talked about certain things. So I don’t know any...”
– La mort heureuse by Albert Camus (via suzywire)
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“But aren’t you tired—” “No, I want to free Palestine.”
Just waiting for the Jacques to finish his man-chores while I sit here and mull over pages of what should have been fluffy, Nobel-prize-winning goodness accomplished weeks ago. On the same note, it’s troubling to realize that my pseudo-intellectual productivity reaches its prime when I’m...
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♥ RIP Joe Simon x Jerry Robinson x Eduardo Barreto
This is what a dub step bass drop looks like.
artney-iv:
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“Aujourd’hui maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.”
– The Stranger. (via heartoforion)
