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  • March 7, 2013 3:44 pm
    when I am at my hottest and have short hair and shaved legs this is what I think I look like when really I might just look like myself but with short hair and too much make up

    when I am at my hottest and have short hair and shaved legs this is what I think I look like when really I might just look like myself but with short hair and too much make up

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  • March 5, 2013 11:04 pm
    cavetocanvas:

Paul Sérusier, Bathers, c. 1911-14

    cavetocanvas:

    Paul Sérusier, Bathers, c. 1911-14

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  • February 21, 2013 10:09 pm

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  • February 19, 2013 6:02 pm
    Formerly he had been unable to see the great, the unfathomable and infinite, in anything. He had only sensed that it must be somewhere and had sought for it. In all that was close and comprehensible, he had seen only the limited, the petty, the humdrum, the meaningless. He had armed himself with a mental spyglass and gazed into the distance, where the petty and humdrum, disappearing in the distant mist, had seemed to him great and infinite, only because it was not clearly visible. Thus he had looked at European life, politics, Masonry, philosophy, philanthropy. But even then, in moments he regarded as his own weakness, his mind had penetrated this distance, and there, too, he had seen the petty, the humdrum, the meaningless. Now he had learned to see the great, the eternal, and the infinite in everything, and therefore, in order to see it, to enjoy contemplating it, he had naturally abandoned the spyglass he had been looking through until then over people’s heads, and joyfully contemplated the ever-changing, ever-great, unfathomable, and infinite life around him. And the closer he looked, the calmer and happier he became. The terrible question “Why?” which formerly had destroyed all his mental constructions did not exist for him now. Now, to this question “Why?” a simple answer was always ready in his soul: because there is God, that God without whose will not a single hair falls from a man’s head.
    Leo Tolstoy, War & Peace
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  • February 14, 2013 5:32 pm

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  • January 30, 2013 10:17 pm

    My literature professor asked me if I wanted truth or beauty. I said I wanted both.

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  • January 30, 2013 9:47 pm

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  • January 17, 2013 4:15 pm
    comiques:

Pet anxiety dream

    comiques:

    Pet anxiety dream

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  • January 17, 2013 4:00 pm
    scottlava:

“When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great Circle of Life.”
The Great Showdowns in book form!

    scottlava:

    “When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connnected in the great Circle of Life.”

    The Great Showdowns in book form!

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  • May 7, 2012 1:51 am

    me: man, I give up. my manager at panera: oh, I gave up years ago.

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  • April 22, 2012 7:51 pm

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  • April 22, 2012 7:48 pm

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  • March 26, 2012 11:53 pm

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  • March 24, 2012 12:18 am
    LOLOLOL

yeah, she does.

    LOLOLOL

    yeah, she does.

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  • The Sea Is Itself

    March 6, 2012 11:49 pm

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    The sea is itself: it does not fear to be calm or stormy, grey or

    gold, loud or soft-

    Why have I feared to be like the sea-myself?

    -James Oppenheim

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