Oh. Too bad. -____-
- Albert Camus (via stories-yet-to-be-written)
— Anton Chekhov
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So make angels in the snow, love a little more, live with no regrets, for everything you do, because although the lights are on, there is no one home. And everything you are, everything you were, everything you’ve been’s not everything you’ll be. You tell me I’m a grain of sand in an hour glass. So throw me a land line, this is more like a land mine; just one crossed wire, you’ll blow the floor beneath our feet…
- Morning Parade - Alienation (via underthesea96)