Shit i think when i wake up

2012-06-04

Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr

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Source: accidentalbear.com

2012-06-03

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Goodnight Bad Morning - The Kills

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Anonymous asked: what color was Zelda's hair?

I think Zelda Fitzgerald’s hair was blonde/golden. Princess Zelda is brunette.

2012-06-02

Ίσως εδω ζει ένας μικρός Μπομπ Ροσς.

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Source: volti88

2012-06-01

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

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Source: onlyediesedgwick

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Chromatics - Candy

And when we’re driving in your car
I could be anyone tonight

2012-05-31

Το νέο αγαπημένο μου βλογκ

http://orthodoxigynaika.blogspot.com/

Eat her dust wannabes

   There is in man a sort of fixative, that is to say, a sort of absurd feeling stronger than reason which allows him to think that the children who play are a race of dwarfs, instead of being a bunch of ‘get out of there and leave room for me’.
   Living is an horizontal fall.
   Without this fixative any life perfectly and continually conscious of its speed would become intolerable. It enables the condemned man to sleep.
   I lack this fixative. It is, I suppose, a diseased gland. Medicine takes this infirmity for an excess of conscience, for an intellectual advantage.
   Everything convinces me of the functioning, in others, of this absurd fixative, as indispensable as habit, which conceals from us each day the horror of having to get up, shave, dress and eat. Even if it were only the photograph album, one of the most comical ways of turning a helter-skelter into a succession of solemn monuments.
   Opium gave me this fixative. Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.
   Everything one achieves in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing towards death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

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