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So, this is me. Trying to find myself. On this mystical journey, I will find out who I am inside, and no I'm not talking about organs or the interworkings of my physical being, but more about my meta-physical being, if that makes any sense at all. How I am inside should be reflected on the outside. A journey of self-discovery sounds innately selfish on many levels. Is it so selfish to want to find out who you really are? To go on a walk between souls? Is it selfish to want to be just me?

twitter.com/PureToaster:

    you should’ve looked for me when i was in purgatory

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    — 3 days ago with 3498 notes
    deyschanel:

OMG NO. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THIS RIGHT HERE JUST RIPPED MY HEART OUT.

    deyschanel:

    OMG NO. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THIS RIGHT HERE JUST RIPPED MY HEART OUT.

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    — 3 days ago with 17 notes

    amburdoll:

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    darkxbunnyprincess:

    This is one of my favorite childhood stories.

    WHAT THE FUCK

    I loved these books

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    — 1 month ago with 258940 notes
    Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
    July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014

    Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.

    (Source: disneyyandmore, via fudgepuff)

    — 1 month ago with 195807 notes

    theothershiroki:

    Here are a few pictures from my dissertation ^^

    As I mentioned in a few posts before, I illustrated Instructions by Neil Gaiman. All the images were exposed in an enclosed space to separate the realm of fairy tales from our mundane world. So yeah…I pitched a tent in the middle of the gallery XD

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    — 1 month ago with 3319 notes
    "When a person leaves, you keep something of theirs for yourself. Maybe you’ll keep his favorite t-shirt or that vinyl record of The Beatles, his battered copy of The Old Man and The Sea. These are tiny bits of his soul you are allowed to have left and they are bittersweet parting gifts you get to hide in the chest under your bed. But the ones that hurt the most to keep are memories. His sleepy smile in the mornings, the smudge of paint on his cheek after he paints, the look in his eyes when he said he loved you. You close your eyes and you see all of these beautiful pictures and it hurts… so much. But that’s the thing. It hurts and you can’t even throw them away, not like letters you can burn, or a coffee mug you can break. They’re etched under your skin like scars no one can see, bleeding without killing you. Instead it’s a forever kind of pain; indestructible and permanent. He’s the pain that never heals."
    — 2 months ago with 364 notes