hatcaffee
hatcaffee
Across the foam
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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I pass by your house at 8 am every day and it's all okay.
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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 Mathias Rocher || Iceland
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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I haven't written a thing
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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Remember when I was traveling and staying at different people's houses and their internet actually worked
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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raise your hand if you can’t stop saying “nice” to everything
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Two-time Oscar-winning shrug
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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@ people who think they have to choose between liking dogs or cats more, I’m sorry that you live such a boring life
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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i hate finishing my morning coffee because what else is there to look forward to in the day? absolutely nothing
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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U SCARED HIM……..
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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“do u want the rest of my food”
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“here u can have them”
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hatcaffee · 10 years ago
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Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (via undzuweiter)
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