thirdeyedeaf:

isn’t it weird how with some people you never run out of things to talk about but with others it’s like you always end up talking about the weather

cokeflow:

Should I wear all black or all black today

chepibola:

does anyone else have “the chair”

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"How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words."

David Foster Wallace’s, The Pale King (via poetisch)

(Source: nequiquam)

toots-toots:

Am I the only one who keeps their phone on silent 99.3 % of the time