January 16, 2012
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We endure so much more than we think we can, all human experience testifies to that. All we need to do is learn not to be afraid of the pain. Grit your teeth and let it hurt. Don’t deny it, don’t be overwhelmed by it. it will not last forever. One day the pain will be gone and you’ll still be here.
Harold Kushner

(Source: creatingaquietmind)

January 16, 2012
61 notes

Sick.

Sick.

(Source: creatingaquietmind)

January 15, 2012
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Bunny 1: Hey, man. 
Bunny 2: Hey, man. 
Bunny 1: Wanna do something that will make all the humans squeal in sheer delight?
Bunny 2: Yeah, sure. 
Bunny 1: Let’s play dead. 
Bunny 2: OK.

The end. *squeal*

Bunny 1: Hey, man.
Bunny 2: Hey, man.
Bunny 1: Wanna do something that will make all the humans squeal in sheer delight?
Bunny 2: Yeah, sure.
Bunny 1: Let’s play dead.
Bunny 2: OK.

The end. *squeal*

January 9, 2012
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John Lennon’s letter to a laundry woman.
Funny as I would’ve done the same thing. ;)

John Lennon’s letter to a laundry woman.

Funny as I would’ve done the same thing. ;)

November 29, 2011
326 notes

Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via creatingaquietmind)

(via creatingaquietmind)

September 5, 2011
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September 2, 2011

Opening Ceremony in SoHo | August 2011

Opening Ceremony in SoHo | August 2011

September 2, 2011
1 note

*insert all sorts of high-pitched noises here*

*insert all sorts of high-pitched noises here*

August 18, 2011
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1 August 2011 // Brooklyn, New York

1 August 2011 // Brooklyn, New York

August 11, 2011
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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

— e.e. cummings (maggie and milly and molly and may)

August 11, 2011
6 notes

June 15, 2011
3 notes

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
— Jack Kerouac