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Man, I wanted to kiss her
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.”
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Cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
DffDfdfdfD’aawwwwwww!
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I’m assuming the London Olympics will have Quidditch
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coooooooool
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As Nights Become Mornings
Drunkenness is one’s own inhibition, whether sacred or unsacred, just or unjust
Aristotle
My liver is fulfilled but my heart is not and all I can think about is the ethanol seeping through my blood brain barrier, the endfeet of my astrocytes not strong enough to hold back the current of repressed emotions that I will never outdrink, never outrun, ethanol mixed with regrets of everyone I’ll never be.
In every man’s memories there are such things as he will reveal not to everyone, but perhaps only to friends. There are also such as he will reveal not even to friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. Then, finally, there are such as a man is afraid to reveal even to himself, and every decent man will have accumulated quite a few things of this sort.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky,Notes From Underground (via kidsonswings)
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