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cast into a New Environment with no resolution to Old Pains - an engine-powered kick to the head, but I land onto a soft, woolen pillow.

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sprawa jest przygniatająco ciężka —> wymiotuje pod swoje własne nogi

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waking up in the Bay area - more like the Dream Area. #ifYouKnowYouKnow

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sitting Next to this weird Freak…Freakazoid…Freakberg.

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can’t shake these weird freaks off my Existence

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friends :^))

im reminded that life is easy

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VERY IMPORTANT: this is Who I am, deep deep Down (trashposting)

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torn Apart to pieces You cannot recognize stills as Puzzle Pieces - but once you realize those rectangular lines all fit together, a greater image is present; me walking to eat your Fucking Eyes

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i am so Fucking done. i have had Enough. life may or may not have a Purpose, nor a Face - but whatever spirit it possesses, that Thing hates me Wholeheartedly.

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i Wish I was there for U when somebody dropped U on the cold concrete of SoCal

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this BlogPost made me think like: „can’t wait to be Old & Wrinkled…”

I love old people so much aging is thr most complexly beautiful process. I think my favorite thing in the entire world is when u talk to a cool old person who has lived their full life and understand themselves and the world and they tell stories in which u can truelly visualize and understand there process of living and being and u can almost see them grow up and then die. Ahhh I love it. THE CIRCLE OF LIFE IS SO AMAZING. Like the way we r born n then w e die like fucking genius. Whoever invented this shit like woah ur crazy this shit mental!!

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imagine being this Beautiful (gaze into those Torn Blue Velvet Eyes)

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the fact that i found this post on the great tumblr App shows me proof of a Deity…full circle #iykyk

The Twilight Zone - Season 1 Episode 8 (1959) “Time Enough at Last”

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ey fänga…Wooden horse

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these rocks hold powers that I don’t expect anyone to understand.

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plunging deep into the Veins of the man of the trees