We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
— (via loveyourchaos)
(via loveyourchaos)
kitsch
look what the cat dragged in
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2011-06-16
Source: carouselinparis
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Sharing Time!: Say nothing.
I showed up at her house in a trench coat with a boombox over my head. The music must’ve woken her up.
“What’re you doing here?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
“Can’t a guy wear a trench coat and play Peter Gabriel’s ‘Big Time’ on a boombox under the window of a girl he’s in love with?”
She looked…
hi-larious
Source: sharingtime
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The people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping.
— Italo Calvino (via atomos)
(via threesixninefour)
Source: atomos
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2011-06-12
How sad it is,
(via suzywire)
Source: lunch-poems
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2011-03-26
Source: misswallflower
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Welcome to my mind.
Source: black-wolves
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(via wastedtomorrow)
Source: clushseason
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Thought and life are as the poles asunder.
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando: A Biography
Source: leopoldgursky
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(via camouflageyourfeelings)
Source: freebirdfeia
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2011-01-06
Source: whisperwarheads
