I felt empty: the kind of emptiness that’s sad but not distressed, pitying but not broken-hearted, and damaged, somehow, but clearer and cleaner for it. And then I knew what it was, that emptiness: there’s a name for it, a word we use often, without realising the universe of peace that’s enfolded in it. The word is free.
Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts (via thechocolatebrigade)
1 week ago on May 10, 2013 at 10:15pm
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cygnes
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 09:10pm
Title: Love (Feat. Bumkey, Paloalto)
Artist: 프라이머리 (Primary)
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30 DAYS OF KOREAN INDIE
Day 21: A song you listen to when you’re happy
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archienancy
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 08:09pm
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
Charlie Dattolo, Girls (via hwippedcream)
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somethingbeyond
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 08:05pm
Title: 계획적인 여자 (feat. Gganmo & Zico Of Block B)
Artist: GIRIBOY
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계획적인 여자(feat. Gganmo & Zico) - Giriboy
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dchoija
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 01:56pm
‘I don’t want to lose you. His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. ‘But you don’t want to keep me, either, do you?’ To that, he had no response.
The Rescue (via drapetomania)
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wordsthat-speak
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 01:00pm
Les rendez-vous d’Anna (dir. Chantal Akerman, 1978)
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primalscene
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 12:59pm
He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
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palina-nicole
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 12:55pm
THEN, BE.: I don’t have time to be in love Kissing you on the cheek, 200 times a... ›
I don’t have time to be in love
Kissing you on the cheek, 200 times a week
I don’t have time to be in love
Watching a foreign film, feet on the windowsillI don’t have time to be in love
Way too much candlelight, keeping me warm at night
I don’t have time to be in love
Cooking a meal for two, climbing all over youI don’t have time to be in love
Holding you to my chest, feeling your every breath
I don’t have time to be in love
Laughing so hard we cry, sometimes I don’t know why
I don’t have time to be in love
Maybe this revelry just wasn’t meant for me
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1112pm
1 week ago on May 09, 2013 at 12:54pm
