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Oh Steven.

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kiricallaghan:

WHY CAN’T I OWN THEM ALL?

I also do that when someone is feeding me.

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I actually saw this! It was part of the Canadian biennial 3 years ago!

I actually saw this! It was part of the Canadian biennial 3 years ago!

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A thought from last week, pertaining to the sublime.

Along the highway, I looked up to see a mass of clouds, far in front of me. They did not possess the evanescent quality we associate with clouds, a quality which allows us to ignore them. These were no such clouds. They struck me for a single moment not as clouds, but as mountains. And in the pit of my stomach, I felt as though I had been flipped. What I knew and what I felt were incongruent. It was beautiful, it was terrifying.

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Those ashes looked like people for a second and I was like “SUPERMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING THOSE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DIE GO CATCH THEM!”

Those ashes looked like people for a second and I was like “SUPERMAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING THOSE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DIE GO CATCH THEM!”

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sixokay:

Yes, this. Every day. 

Neil Fucking Gaiman everyone. 

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Nobody is alone forever. Nobody.

Nobody is alone forever. Nobody.

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Who cares where is takes you? You ALWAYS follow. 

Who cares where is takes you? You ALWAYS follow. 

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