Tumblr always reminds me of all the wonderfully interesting clicks of people I have no part in whatsoever.


n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via nyctaeus)

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I’m very much over everything and anything related to Pokemon. Seriously, I don’t care.


every punk show I go to is like “now we’re going to do one about being pissed on and dying” not raw I want to hear “you’re suddenly middle aged and a worthless middle management pig this is the moment you realize the sex and the city lifestyle is unattainable for you you’ll only have domestic vacations and your kids hate you.”

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