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by Jessalyn Gallman

August 30, 2014 at 21:54

by Marley Hutchinson

August 30, 2014 at 21:54

Anonymous: the other night I very quietly climbed out my bedroom window and rolled the car down the driveway, started it and just drove around for awhile then coasted it back into the driveway and climbed back into the house and got back into bed. But now that I'm on my own, it just wasn't as exciting as it was when I lived with my parents and it was their car.

August 30, 2014 at 21:27

by Gebhart de Koekkoek

August 29, 2014 at 13:10

by Cary Fagan

August 29, 2014 at 13:06

I wish I were a poet.

…the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them.
What’s real? What isn’t real?
Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking.
What does life depend on?

I wish I had made things for life to depend on.

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

August 28, 2014 at 13:33

by Jeff Luker

August 28, 2014 at 13:31

by Katya & Anya

August 26, 2014 at 23:18

Anonymous: I love you

And I love you.

August 25, 2014 at 19:08

by Tianxiao Zhang

August 25, 2014 at 0:41

by Sam Livm

August 25, 2014 at 0:35

It’s a lot harder to run
when there’s no one chasing you.

Ramna Safeer, 5 Things My Parents Taught Me

August 25, 2014 at 0:32

August 21, 2014 at 23:00

by Risha Voronchenko

August 21, 2014 at 23:00

The only thing I’ve loved is nothing at all. The only thing I’ve desired is what I couldn’t even imagine. All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

August 21, 2014 at 23:00