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all cyberpunk stories are like “If you wanna crack open a cybercroissant this nasty, you’re gonna need a real top notch e-driller. i know a guy- Toledo Killswitch- he’s got the frag ordinance you need to grizzle this bocce ball.”

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Painting by Aleksandra Waliszewska

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diggin the ios4 update

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Undercover Fall 2013 Ribcage Leather Jacket

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i’m one of the lucky ones. because you survived? …aye, that too.

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“Tell me again about the part where grief is not my name.”

— — Brenna Twohy, from “Conversations About Top Chef,” swallowtail (via lifeinpoetry)

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True love.

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Ignorance is bliss and all that

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“She is lonely—very. And on the alert. That is why she casts such a glance from time to time—rapid, sidelong, hostile.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries (via violentwavesofemotion)

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[I WAKE BOLT UPRIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DEFLECT A CURSE WITH A TENNIS RACKET AND IMMEDIATELY FALL BACK ASLEEP]

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“(...) She will strenuously outwait, outwit, outrun, and outlast whatever is bedeviling her.”

—Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With The Wolves

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friendly reminder that i literally, actually cannot die, and id love to see any of you fuckers try to take me down

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i always feel like I’m waiting for something

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i guess. journal entry