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; ' . ` . Im building my tepee outta fur n bones, with all my friends- they are films. 22 years of snowfall. Im Esar, your dotted line.
Always make the audience suffer as much as possible. by Alfred Hitchcock

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With the right music, you either forget everything or you remember everything. by Unknown

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Lying awake at night — not restlessly, but serenely, waiting for sleep — the quiet re-establishes itself, piece by piece; all the broken bits … we’ve been so busily dispersing all day long. It re-establishes itself, an inward quiet, like the outward quiet of grass and trees… by Aldous Huxley

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Buddy Holly — Crying, Waiting, Hoping

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One day,
I am going to
look at myself with
loves struck eyes.
I am going to
stop searching
for a human to
strengthen my bones
with their words,
and make constellations
with my thoughts. by Alexa Evangelista

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mentaltimetraveller:

Claudia Wieser
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. by Anais Nin

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