foolish good

I know you feel good when losing foolish games.

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[T]hey say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
Banksy [via] (via vwatson)

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A bore is a man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.
Gian Vincenzo Gravina (via vwatson)

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renainnocenti: dumbthingswhitepplsay: blackridinhood: hirrarycrinton: to-ml: kinderg0th: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle. Reblogging for the comment How old are you?  “ten” How long have you been ten? “…” ^ omg OMFG THESE COMMENTS. douchenozzle #DEAD DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD #making fun of twilight is the reason why i exist ^ THIS.

renainnocenti:

dumbthingswhitepplsay:

blackridinhood:

hirrarycrinton:

to-ml:

kinderg0th:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

^ omg

OMFG THESE COMMENTS.

douchenozzle

#DEAD

DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD

#making fun of twilight is the reason why i exist

^

THIS.

(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via lithiophilite)

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‘Life’ means nothing more than the short moment in time that you need oxygen to survive and warmth to keep your blood flowing and food to keep your body going. You do not cease to exist in dying and death. Your body simply goes on to do other things; disintegration and so on. Whereas your mind travels elsewhere, unrestricted by a body’s bounds. Though, away from touch, away from warmth, away from the simply pleasures of LIFE, death slowly carries the mind elsewhere, further from any place it has ever been before and therefore, further away from live, until it goes some place no living thing has the capacity to imagine.

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anonymous-hurting asked: i know exactly how you feel. the hurt, the pain, the suffering. im here if you allow me to help

Thank you! It helps so much that someone understands what I’m feeling, although it’s sometimes hard to believe. I do really appreciate this. <3

Publishing this, because I need to be able to read this again.