never not reblog.

never not reblog.

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…at which point I curled up into a ball, realised this woman will never be my wife, and basically went
"forget it then" 
…and died. 

…at which point I curled up into a ball, realised this woman will never be my wife, and basically went

"forget it then" 

…and died. 

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Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via volumexii)

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taint3ed:

princehomo:

lordpayne:

this was like two years ago

but anyways so in this one part of my house there’s these three steps but omg they’re deadly

one time i was eating cereal and i slipped and fell and passed out and my cereal got everywhere. My sister said the last thing I yelled before I passed out was

"MY CEREAL!!!"

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i’m not ashamed of this anymore this is real this is me

I’M CRYING LMAO I’M FUCKING CRYING

I laughed out LOUD.

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jakemalik:

going back to school after the nice holiday break and seeing someone u don’t like

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I don't really like conventions that much. So I rant about them. Especially love and romance. Er. Yuck. Lurgy.

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