The Moon rises up, like a cloud through the valley.

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I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy

because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless

and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.


— Robin Williams (via celestialogy)

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okay, storytime. At a group sleepover, there’s this girl, the most innocent thing you’ve ever met, k? She nods off on the couch early on in the night. As everyone’s getting ready to play cards, one of my friends lean back and hears her mumbling in her sleep.

My friend motions for everyone to be quiet. The girl snuggles her blanket, smiles, and in the sweetest voice, says, “Go on, Brandon. You can jump. It’s only 30 stories.”

I remember my friend getting right up in the middle of the night during a sleepover, screaming : I got the Cheese! 

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“Y’see, the first time my Dad kissed my Mom was at a Love Handel concert, and it’s their anniversary -“


“B to the O-R-I-N-G.”


“Not yet Ferb.”

i love how he doesn’t say ”no, ferb.”

he says ”not yet.”

as in they were planning to bludgeon him with a mace

Ferb I know what were gonna do today

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I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store. 

I think about this all the time

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I wanna love you like your breathing soul
I wanna love you like you gotta go
I wanna touch you in a painted stall
I wanna love you like a creeper knows

I wanna take you in a corner, doll
I wanna break you with a molotov
I wanna run you when the morning comes
I wanna love you like a creeper knows


— Creeper, a song by The Acid

"The endresult of this course is way less important than the flame of happiness that I will ignite in you."

—  Arend van Essen, 14-11-2013, 11.41.

"Strange nocturnal happenings, or a trick of the night?"

— After Dark, a novel by Haruki Murakami

"Eyes mark the shape of the city."

— After Dark, a novel by Haruki Murakami

I like to live like that tooooo

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