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I straighten my back, and puff out my chest when the bus arrives because I don't want the bus driver to think he's picking up a slob. But I am. I'm leaning my greasy forehead against the window all the way, really smearing it.
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The main thing is to realize you're already a corpse, and the rest is easy.
— Victor Pelevin, from “The Blue Lantern,” The Blue Lantern and Other Stories (New Directions, 1997)
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Why should I whisper in a church? Because they say it’s sacred ground? You see, there’s nothing here, I’ve found.
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Forced Franciscan tonsurization Saturday or something
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Leonard Cohen - Avalanche.
“I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed. I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you’ve gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.”
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Herbert Graß (1886–1978) - Butterfly of Death, 1910
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your url and pfp are so cute they match so well
^_^ thank you, that's sweet
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