February 20, 2013   15 notes

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February 20, 2013   112 notes
undertheglassbell:

Today I feel very numb.
Today I could very much destroy something beautiful.


Perhaps I already have

undertheglassbell:

Today I feel very numb.

Today I could very much destroy something beautiful.

Perhaps I already have

February 20, 2013   77 notes

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February 20, 2013   17 notes
jadeschrei6:

A Dandelion Set On Fire

jadeschrei6:

A Dandelion Set On Fire

May 23, 2012

Lana Del Rey - You Can Be the Boss

May 23, 2012   1 note
May 23, 2012

Tactical System Center Manager has a nice ring to it.

April 23, 2012

And the week of every single facet of my life changing begins. Am I ready? Ask me in a year.

April 5, 2012   13 notes

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April 5, 2012   31 notes

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April 5, 2012

“ But I still remember that day we met in December ”

Lana

March 24, 2012

Semnal M-Vara Amintirilor

Iar, timpul a trecut, si din calendar
Toamna vine iar
Iar, frunzele si-au pus un imens covor
In calea pasilor

Iar a trecut un an
Dar amintirea ta cu noi o vom pastra
Si nu te vom uita
Vara amintirilor, clipe ce nu mor
Clipe ce nu mor

Iar, vara s-a oprit intr-un vechi album
Cu amintiri din drum
Dar vara ne-a lasat caldura soarelui
Si-albastrul cerului

Iar a trecut un an…

March 23, 2012

What a strange life this is, full of doppelgängers, irony, surprises, triumphant moments comigling with the despair of existance, an irrational hopefullness that refuses to die, mixed with the blood and tears of failures. The distance that creates desire, the closeness that harbors resentment, the unkown that fosters optimism, the reality that dampens enthusiasm. The hours that slip by like water through my fingers, the years that slip by like seconds, the gray hairs that remind me of my mortality, the moments of sheer terror mixed with invicibility when you are the on the literal brink of control and the edge of stability, yet hurtling through time and space, barely in control of your immediate future.

And here I am. Venting for noone, someone, everyone, all at once. Like a cliche Dickens, ranting in this tumblrspace while I should be sleeping, remeniscing on my physical and emotional injuries, some of which I have recovred from, very few which I may never. God, why do I miss the things that tear me up?

March 23, 2012