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janksy:

this video is EXACTLY what i’m all about. i don’t think you understand the exact degree to which i am all about this. incredible

I HAD APPROXIMATELY 10 PEOPLE TAGE ME IN THIS VIDEO

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bestlols:

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There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter.

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jedavu:

Modern Remakes Of Famous Paintings by The Booooooom + Adobe 

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아무도 읽지 않는 책이 될 까봐
That I’ll be a book no one reads
더 이상 듣지 않는 음악이 될 까봐
That I’ll be a song no one listens to
텅 빈 극장에 영화처럼 버려질 까봐
That I’ll be a movie no one watches —두려워 I’m scared
Tablo (유통기한)

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humansofnewyork:

These two were acting like complete teenagers. When I walked up, she was nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She giggled the entire time I talked with them, while he kept a big goofy grin on his face. And whenever I asked about their relationship, she clutched his arm, looked at him just like this, giggled, then said: “We’re not telling!”

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somewhere
there is a women in China holding a black umbrella so she
won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

—poems from my uncles graves (via olivesnook)

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