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Causeway to Neverwhere.

Chelsea. Twenty.
oh, oblivion.

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I don’t like morning people or mornings or people

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But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

Virginia Woolf, The Years  (via rabbrakha)

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They foolishly expected great things of me.

H.P Lovecraft (via ask-prof-morbus)

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i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry

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my level of sarcasms gotten to a point where i dont even know if im kidding or not

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