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if it doesn't make sense to me, it sure as hell shouldn't make sense to you.

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Filed in: it was the acid

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"I spotted you when you walked in the room. Kind of like all the lights were attracted to you. You were in your own orb of light.. Straight up glowing."

— FUCKER


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"When I say “love,” the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person’s ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I’m saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we’ve connected, and we think that we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for."

— Waking Life (via desambiguidade)


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"You are my favorite, most dangerous, fascination."

— Otep Shamaya, from Sweet Tooth (via corophagia)

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