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Two Houses in Monção / João Paulo Loureiro
intaysmind:

bazook:

pinkypyro:

kevinsanoposts:

Six hundred goddamn AD

Six hundred. Goddamn AD.

This needs to be en-grained in every single living human.

my parents need to see this

intaysmind:

bazook:

pinkypyro:

kevinsanoposts:

Six hundred goddamn AD

Six hundred. Goddamn AD.

This needs to be en-grained in every single living human.

my parents need to see this

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“You’re not choosing a career over love, son.
You’re choosing to thrive, to survive over risk.
There is no shame in that. Neither love nor marriage
is guaranteed…neither is a career. Get out of the mindset of regrets and making perfect choices. Live your life from your integrity, and forgive yourself when you do not.”

—   Conversations with My Father (via lnkdroptheory)

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shut just got real

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whitetears365:

Hmm but it’s not about race, right?

whitetears365:

Hmm but it’s not about race, right?

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thecatgod:

this does not ever get old

thecatgod:

this does not ever get old

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preachelements asked: just saw your reply to that one q anon asked.. Ha i'm late Yea my life has been unfortunate lately. I wish I still wasn't goin through BS, but it seems like it's neverending right now. -.-

well idk exactly what it is youre going through, but if you want someone to talk it through, feel free to hit me up whenever.

“Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I’m nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightening flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.
I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I’m nobody, nobody. I don’t know how t feel or think or love. I’m a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I’ve even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.
I’m always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I’m falling through a trapdoor, through infinite, infinitous space, in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a cast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.
And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.
And it is as if hell itself were laughing within me but, instead of the human touch of diabolical laughter, there’s the mad croak of the dead universe, the circling cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds drifting blackly in the wind, misshapen, anachronistic, without the God who created it, without God himself who spins in the dark of darks, impossible, unique, everything.
If only I could think! If only I could feel!
My mother died very young; I never knew her…”

—   Fernando Pessoa The Book of Disquiet

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He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)

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