Frag.mental

- Morceau de Esprit -

covered-with-mist:

http://covered-with-mist.tumblr.com/
faded-and-dreaming:

harder

sherlockhound:

tumblr nerds hatin on the superbowl like their damn lives dont revolve around a tv show about a british man in a flying porta potty like dont even front about this

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“How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.”

—   Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via 13neighbors)

(via idreaminfrench)

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”

—   David Foster Wallace (via offfme)

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somecutewhiteboy:

Sis go off

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So my fiancé decided he needed to do my nails. I think he was successful!

“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.”

—   Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay (via rabbitinthemoon)

(via awkwardfixation)

“People get tired of your sadness”

—   AnoukG  (via dying-is-an-art-im-doin-it-well)

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