do u ever start typing out a long opinion post and feel very heated and then halfway through realize nothing matters and time is a flat circle and whatever i’m tired
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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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I’ll take a Sebastian Kydd anytime you’re ready God. Any day now, that’d be great. Thanks.(via rocking-horse-mania95)
