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Perceptions,observations, and rants of a teenager who is obsessed with post-modern mindfuck and makes it his goal to be a stream of conscious.
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(Source: radicalinsomnia)
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What are you doing up this early?
I’m going home.
From?
You totally just got laid, didn’t you?——
What are you doing out so early?
Going home.
From?
What have you guys been doin’?(Source: betteporters)
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On the contrary, I have Quintuple book-marked my copy. You need one for: 1.)Your Current Page 2.)Your footnote section 3.)Page 223- a kind of golden braid for some things. 4.) Page 400- Less Vignette more stability 5.) A bookmark to write down your favorite passages on, if your composition journal in with you are documenting on your 4th read is not currently at your side. P.S. The correct term is ‘Children’ unless tumblr is a farm. But I like to think of it as a castrated version of the red light district in Amsterdam.Double bookmarking Infinite Jest because that’s how it’s meant to be read, kiddies.
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"Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind."
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote (via oh-sayitaintso)
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] 73 plays | DownloadThe Antlers - Putting The Dog To Sleep
You said I can’t prove to you you’re not gonna die alone.
But trust me to take you home, to clean up that blood all over your palms.
You can’t keep running out, kicking yourself off the bed, kicking yourself in the head,
Because you’re kicking me too.
Put your trust in me, I’m not gonna die alone
Put your trust in me, I’m not gonna die alone
I don’t think so.
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(Source: leckerart, via thirteenspines)
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Amiri Baraka, from ‘Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note’
I count the holes they leave.
Nobody sings anymore.
And now, each night I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,And then last night I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking intoHer own clasped hands
(Source: fuckyeahlanguage)
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